5 comments/ 54429 views/ 15 favorites Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 01 By: jomar I put this story in the crossdressers category though it doesn't involve anything much different from the other stories in the Marion series. And, for the record and fair warning, it does involve male on male. Consider this not a continuation or the official beginning, but a variation, a version that could have been. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** I lay beneath her in my dimly lit bedroom, the luxurious thousand thread count sheet damp against my back. She loomed above me, her sweat dripped onto my chest, my face, my lips. Her arms were under my shoulders, her hands gripped them tightly and she moved her hips in small circles, back and forth, side to side and I moaned. She ground her hips and I arched and moaned and pulled her hard against me, the pleasure so immense I could barely stand it. Wavy black hair covered my face, her breath hot and moist on my ear, her husky voice soft as she fucked me, "I want you to meet my boyfriend." I moaned as she rocked her hips against me, her strapon thick and deep inside of me as she thrust gently in and out of me with long, deep strokes. "I want you to meet my boyfriend, baby. I want to see you face to face." She pulled back and drove into me. I grunted with pleasure as the big head brushed past my prostate. She moved faster and I shifted my hips and spread my legs wider to take all of her in. She rose up, put my legs on her shoulder and fucked me, sweating, grunting with effort, getting hers. She fucked me hard and I moaned in pleasure. My cock was hard and leaking precum. She let go of my legs and lay on my chest and fucked me with her thick rod, her crimson silk camisole rubbing my cock and I shivered and moaned and caressed her back and grabbed her rear and moved roughly against her as she drove into me over and over, again and again. My legs were wide and high, I ground back at her and her breath became fast and shallow, her thrusts choppy, she grunted and cried out and slowed, then stopped, her thick cock so deep in my ass. "Mmm, that's sooo good. God, I love fucking you. You didn't come did you, baby. Here, let me help you," she said and rose to her knees. Slow, deep, in then almost all the way out, tantalizing those sensitive nerves back there. She stroked my cock, circling the moist head with her thumb and I moaned at the painfully exquisite pleasure. "Come for me, baby. Give it to me. I want to see you come." She fucked me faster and stroked me faster and I moaned and she fucked me and stroked me and I stiffened and arched and I came and I clenched on that big thick cock buried so deep inside of me. She lay upon me again, the thick, deep pressure of her cock thrilling me, and said, "That's nice, baby. I never get tired of watching you come." I stroked her small back, cupped her rear and pulled her closer. "Mmm, very nice," I sighed. "So you'll say yes, right?" "Yes?" "To meeting my boyfriend." "Uh, I'm not sure that's such a good idea." She moved and I hitched a bit and she slid out of me and I felt that delicious throb, that sad emptiness. She lay beside me, my arm around her, and stroked my cock, played with my cum and it felt marvelous, her fingers on me. "It's a great idea, baby." "I don't know about that. I mean, why?" I said and caressed her arm. "Because it's what I want. It's what I need to happen, baby. You'll see. It'll be fine and it'll be good. All you have to do is say yes. Say yes, baby, never say no to me," she whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe, sucked on the stud that pierced my ear. "Come over for dinner tomorrow and meet my boyfriend. He's a very special kind of guy and I want you to meet him. I won't take no for an answer, baby," she said and squeezed my cock and swooped down and took me in her mouth and I moaned and grabbed her hair and pushed her head down. She pulled off a moment and hissed, "Yes," and I felt her hot mouth envelop me and she pinched my nipple hard and I cried out and fucked her mouth. I sawed in and out of that soft, hot mouth and felt her tongue swirl on my cock. I fucked her mouth and she moaned and I came and she moaned and I pulled her to me and kissed her hard and tasted remnants of my cum as she forced her tongue on me then released me. "Whew! That was fun." I smiled and said, "And how." She smiled and said, "I have to get home, baby." She got out of bed, stood at the side, her strapon looking so sexy on her slender, athletic body. She pointed a finger at me and said, "Dinner. Tomorrow. Six-thirty. Be there." I shrugged and she smiled, gathered her belongings and disappeared into the bathroom knowing I was appreciating her tight ass. I lay back and wondered about her motivation, what her boyfriend was like, what was really going on. * Marion. Oh god, Marion. She was something all right. Marion and I worked together at an ad agency on the creative end of things. It was a very loose environment in which people were encouraged to "Live the Brand" and "Be the Product." This resulted in people frequently changing clothing and hair styles, which was actually pretty entertaining and fun. Marion and I were teamed together on a project and the sparks were palpable. Alone in an office she told me she had an erotic dream about me. I looked at her for a moment, took in her wavy black hair, her beautiful face, her head slightly large for her slender, toned body, I leaned in and kissed her and she moaned when I cupped her full breast. We slept together for the first time that night after a mad dash across the city to her two story condo in a high rise. Marion was four or five years older than me. She told me she had a boyfriend but I was young enough and horny enough not to give a shit and I never bothered to ask the questions. My hair was shaggy when we met on our project. She told me not to get it cut, that she loved long hair on men, thought it was sexy, and then went down on me in a dark corner of a nightclub. Marion convinced me to get pierced ears, took me to get it done and it got her so worked up she fucked me in the parking lot afterward. What did I care, I was young and she was gorgeous and was sucking and fucking my lights out. Marion loved sex and especially couldn't get enough of anal play. The first time she went down on me she snaked a slender, manicured finger up my ass and pressed my prostate and I moaned in newfound knowledge and pleaded for more. She begged me to lick and fuck her ass. She rimmed me and finger fucked me while sucking my cock, all the while decked out in her pretty, sexy lingerie. Marion introduced vibrators into our play and I shivered and moaned when she first slid one up my ass while her pretty red lips engulfed my cock. It was a short walk from vibrators to the strapon and after an initial reticence one drunken night, I have to admit she was right, it felt great, and as much as I liked fucking her tight, hairless pussy I learned to love it when she strapped it to me. It was incredibly erotic watching her above me, her delicate, manicured hands behind my knees, pinning me to the bed, her hair and earrings flowing, her breasts swaying under a sexy camisole, or encased in a sheer bra, her eyes glazing as she approached orgasm while ramming me with her big, thick cock. And Marion was all about lingerie and feminine trappings. She loved pretty bras, camisoles, teddy's, bustiers, garters, thigh highs, panties of all sorts and strappy high heels. She adored sexy blouses, skirts and slinky dresses. Bangly bracelets and dangly earrings. I loved her wearing them and she reveled in revealing something new to me. I loved the feel of her feminine materials as they glided across my skin. And Marion wasn't shy about using the silky, satiny materials in our play, letting it drape across me or wrapping my cock in silky delight while she jacked and sucked me. Marion oozed sensuality and I was under her spell, lost in her aura of sex and sybaritism. And now I was going to dinner at her house to meet her boyfriend. Very, very curious, I thought. * Marion opened the door, smiled and invited me in. A demure peck on the cheek as hello. She looked stunning in a tight fitting black dress, no stockings, high heels. She never wore much makeup, didn't have to. She led me into the living room, the window overlooking the river beyond. A man rose from the couch and we met in the middle of the casually elegant room and introductions were made. Steve. Her boyfriend's name was Steve. He was a little older than Marion and about my height and physique; slender, slight in frame, and had delicate features for a man. Steve had very blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. I thought it odd that it started at the back of his head, flowing out then down, instead of being bound at the nape of his neck. And I noticed his fingernails seemed a bit long and I thought he should trim them, but maybe it had something to do with whatever he did for a living or maybe he just liked the look or something. We had a refreshing dinner of salmon and asparagus, and an excellent chardonnay. Marion was witty and charming, touching Steve's and my hands and arms. Steve told a couple of funny stories, but was mostly in the background. After dinner as we sat drinking wine Marion took Steve's hand in hers and said, "So Steve, what do you think about the man that's been fucking your girlfriend? What do you think about the man who lays me down and fucks me while you stay here and think about another man's cock inside of my cunt, or my mouth. While you lay her all alone and another man's cock makes me come." I gulped and got very still, quiet, eyes wider than they had been. Steve blushed, looked down and said, "He's very nice." "Oh, he's more than nice, sugar. He's got a big cock that fills my holes up so good. He really stretches me out." I squirmed a bit, was uncomfortable, not knowing where this was going or what their game was. "Aren't you glad to meet him? Put a face on the stories I tell you when I come home full of his hot, steaming cum?" Steve blushed. "Don't worry, baby," she patted his hand then cupped his cheek, "I won't stop fucking him just because you met him. In fact I'll probably want him to fuck me even more now. He certainly knows his way in and around a girl's body and he definitely knows how to wield his wand, baby." She winked at me and Steve blushed. "Steve has certain special needs, you see, and I want to help him get the full pleasure he so richly deserves." She looked at me. "He likes me to ride him while I tell him how your big cock feels inside of me and how it makes me come so hard." She squeezed Steve's hand and looked at me. "I haven't told you this before, but Steve is never harder than when I'm riding him and telling him about your cock and how it fills me up and how good it makes me feel, isn't that right, Steve. You get so hard when I tell you all about his glorious cock." She reached down to Steve's lap. "Ooh, you've got a little stiffie right now, don't' you, you little slut. I definitely think he'll do, I surely do, baby." Marion laughed and Steve was silent. I was dazed at the turn of things, but Marion went on for awhile longer then smoothly wound things down and after some more small talk Steve said a quiet goodbye and started clearing the table, avoiding eye contact with me. Marion walked me to the door, put her arms around me and kissed me, her tongue searching out mine, our bodies hard against each other, my cock thickened and Marion moaned into my mouth. She pulled back and said, "I know that seemed really odd and kind of twisted to you, but it's what Steve needs." "If you say so." "Oh, I do, baby, I do. It's what he gets off on. That and other stuff. And I really need your help. Be here tomorrow at seven. Okay, baby?" "What with?" "I'll show you tomorrow. No heavy lifting, I promise, but it's important, so be a good sport," she said, rubbed my cock and smiled. "Mmm," I mumbled and kissed her and we left each other breathing heavily at the door. As I walked away I wondered what Marion needed help with. What I could do that Steve couldn't. I know they didn't live together, full-time at least. Maybe he was going out of town on business or something. Who knows, I thought. I figured I'd find out tomorrow. The wind whipped and I gathered my light brown shoulder length hair to keep it out of my face as I got into my car. I drove home listening to the radio and Lola was playing when I killed the engine and headed into my home. * I arrived at Marion's on time, knocked on the door and it opened a moment later. Marion wore a short dress that looked like it was wrapped around her or something, and high heels. She handed me a glass of wine, leaned in and kissed me and said with a smile, "Mmm, glad you could make it." I squeezed her ass and she laughed and squirmed away. "So what do you need help with?" I asked. She had frustrated me all day at work, refusing to even give me a hint of what she needed help with. "This way," she turned and walked into the living room. A slender blond woman stood at the window watching a sailboat tack up the river. I felt a bit underdressed in my t-shirt, baggy cargo shorts and sandals. The blonde woman wore a sleeveless, form fitting black cocktail dress, stockings and high heels. Brilliant blonde shoulder length hair. She slowly turned around as Marion and I entered the room and I was struck by her delicate beauty. A slender angel. She walked the short distance to us held out her hand and I shook it and her bracelets tinkled. Marion said, this is Stevie, baby. Isn't she lovely?" It hit me like thunderbolt and my eyes widened. "I know," Marion said, "She's fantastic." "Steve?" I said. "Stevie," he replied and smiled shyly. "Holy shit!" I said and looked her over. Stevie looked amazing, was beautiful even. I'd have never known she wasn't a real woman if I passed her on the street. Thick blond hair with highlights cascading around her shoulders, dangly earrings, slender body. Light makeup. Holy shit, indeed, Stevie was a flat-chested beauty. "Doesn't he look fantastic?" "Yeah, what, how...?" "Oh, for months now behind the scenes here. Just lately we've forayed out and about a bit. Kind of nerve wracking at first, wasn't it sugar." Stevie nodded. "So..." I gestured up and down with my hand. He shook his head and I watched his pretty blonde hair move and settle. So pretty. Marion said, "Stevie here is just coming into her own. Why, she never even wore panties or high heels before I met her." "What," I said, "you talked him into wearing dresses just like that?" "Oh no, lover, it's not like that at all. I knew he was special the first time I laid eyes on him. She just needed the right someone to help her reach her potential. Isn't that right, Stevie." He blushed. "Why, the poor dear was so confused before I helped her find herself." I smiled. "Yes, ironic, isn't it." Marion caressed Stevie's back, her ass, twirled her fingers in her blond hair. "Let me tell you a story, baby. I first saw Stevie here in a grocery store. I was positively mesmerized. He moved so gracefully, kind of a languid sensuality about him. He has such fine, delicate features, a gorgeous lean body. I was quite smitten." She pinched his ass and Stevie flinched. "And as I followed him through the store I began to notice his refined grace, that he moved far more like a like a woman than a man. He didn't mince about, mind you, it was subtle. It was in the way he handled products, brushed back his hair, walked slowly down aisles and stopped and compared prices. Oh yeah, it was there and I just knew. I seduced him. And it didn't take too much effort to convince him to explore his inner girliness. In fact, I think it surprised Stevie how quickly she took to it. Isn't that right, dear?" Stevie nodded and her golden hair flowed with her movements. She tucked her hair behind an ear with manicured fingers. "Turn dear," Marion said to Stevie and she turned around, presented her back to me. "Do the honors, please," Marion said to me. "Honors?" "The zipper?" Marion replied. "Uh..." "The zipper," she said and nodded toward it. "And I should do this why?" "You'll see." Marion smiled. "Remember to always say yes to me, baby. I'll never steer you wrong. Please." She nodded toward the zipper again. I slowly raised my hands. I drew the zipper down and soft white skin appeared, a black bra strap, the zipper stopped at her lower back, just above the swell of her rear. My cock thickened and I shook my head. "Don't be nervous, girl," Marion said softly as Stevie shrugged off the dress and stepped out of it, leaning to one side in that feminine way to pick it up. Stevie wore sheer thigh highs that looked amazing on those long, slender legs. She wore a lacy panty that rode up her ass crack and covered only about half of her cheeks and she was breathtaking and then I took a breath and reminded myself that this was a dude. "Magnificent, isn't she, baby. Just look at that sweet ass," Marion said. I gulped. "Turn around, doll." Stevie pivoted slowly, eyes cast down, and stood before Marion and me. Stevie was transcendent, absolutely lovely. Black high heels, thigh highs all the way up to there, lacy black panties, a sheer black bra, marvelous blond hair draping around her shoulders, bangly bracelets, dangly earrings, tasteful necklace. And a bulge. "The reason you're here is because it's time for Stevie to take it to the next level, as they say. She wants to be all woman and, well, I must admit I have some interest there as well, but she's heard my stories, my experiences and has had some of her own by proxy. " "So..." "So there's only so much that a strapon can accommodate, baby." Marion ran her manicured hand down his front, across his panties and I saw him thicken. She turned to me, put a hand behind my neck and drew me to her, forced her tongue past my lips, into my mouth and kissed me. She released me, both of us breathing hard, her eyes gleamed and Stevie's cock twitched. Marion ran her hands under my shirt, light scratches, toyed with my nipples, kissed me and worked my shirt up and I let her pull it over my head. Oh god, Marion was intoxicating and irresistible and I felt her hands fumbling with my pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, fondling me, pushing my pants and boxers down and I moaned into her mouth. Marion stepped back, Stevie was staring at my hard cock. Marion's delicate fingers grasped my cock and she led me to the couch and pushed me down. She sat beside me and curled her legs beneath her. I felt the soft fabric of her dress cool against my skin. Marion extended her hand and beckoned Stevie with a finger. My cock was hard. My heart was pounding in my chest as Stevie stood before me. I could tell she was nervous. Marion nodded and Stevie slowly dropped to her knees in front of me, between my open thighs. The atmosphere was thick. Marion put her arm around me, caressed my chest with her other hand. "Mmm, that's right, baby. I'm so glad you're so accommodating. I really need your help so that Stevie can take that next step in her development. Go ahead, Stevie, you've been craving this. It'll make all my stories positively come to life for you." Stevie tucked her hair behind her ears, reached out with a tentative hand and touched my cock. Her bracelets clanked softly and slender fingers wrapped around my hard cock and I noticed her nails were clear with white tips. Her touch was electric and my cock throbbed in her soft hand as she managed a few timid strokes. She leaned down, a sexy woman in lingerie, her lips formed an oval. I felt her breath on me then I was inside her silken mouth and I moaned. Marion began to breath. Stevie moved up then down on my cock, her hand trailing her lips, her tongue swirled around the head and I moaned and gripped Marion's thigh. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 02 You might want to read the first chapter for context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** I was back for more the next night. I figured that a blowjob from a pretty woman was worth the time, even if the pretty woman was Marion's boyfriend, a feminine man dressed in lingerie. Her androgynous looks and lingerie made a difference. It did. I'd never let Steve suck me off, but Stevie? Stevie was pretty. She kneeled between my legs and looked exactly like a pretty flat chested woman sucking my cock. And Marion was very persuasive. I was enthralled with Marion and it was hard to say no to her. Marion greeted me warmly at the door dressed in black high heels, black garter-less stockings, skimpy panties and a bustier with some sort of pattern running through it. She looked devastating. "Hi baby. Mmm, you look good enough to eat," she said, chomped her teeth like she was biting me and smiled and winked. "Come," she took my hand, "Stevie is simply quivering with anticipation." Stevie was waiting at the window again, a barge slowly making its way downriver. She wore a multicolored silk robe, red stockings and high heels, she turned and white earrings and a matching necklace appeared. Red lipstick. Her shoulder length blond hair shimmered and she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll. She let the robe slip from her shoulders and it flowed down her slender body and pooled on the floor. Stevie wore a red camisole with thin straps and red panties in the same style as before. White high heels. Marion stood beside me, pulled my arm around her waist and said, "Isn't she lovely. I'm so proud of her. Come dear," she held a hand out to Stevie. Stevie approached us and stopped, a little too close for social comfort. She put a hand on my chest and let it trail down to the hem of my t-shirt. She pulled it up and I let her take it off of me. She kept her eyes on mine as she kneeled before me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She leaned in and nuzzled and mouthed my cock through my boxers and it felt amazing and I caressed her hair. Stevie peeled down my boxers and I stepped out of them. She cupped my balls with one hand, wrapped her fingers around my thick cock and licked the sensitive underside and I moaned. Stevie sucked me and her tongue swirled around me and her hands were soft and firm, raking my stomach, flicking my nipples, gently squeezing and kneading my balls. She sucked me. Marion had her arm around my waist, caressed Stevie's hair and she talked. "That looks so good, baby. You like that thick cock throbbing in your mouth? I get so wet sucking it, watching you suck it. Are you wet? Is your little pussy leaking, Stevie? Mmm, you're clit is so hard you might need to adjust it. Go ahead and adjust it, baby. You can rub your panties if you want. You can rub your little clit." I moaned with Stevie's efforts and Marion talked. "You feel it yet? The contrasting feelings? The polarity of cocksucking? Such a submissive act and yet you hold all the power. Isn't it a rush to the head? There's nothing like a hard cock in your mouth, is there, baby." I was close and held Stevie's head and I groaned and hitched and came in her soft, eager mouth. Stevie cleaned me, stood, gave me a shy peck on the cheek and ascended the spiral steps to the bedroom. She looked amazing walking up the stairs, her legs, her hips, her ass. I took a deep breath, put on my underwear and shorts. Marion handed me my shirt and I put it on and she said, "I'd ask you to stay, baby, but I have to give Stevie a sound flogging and then a good reaming. She's earned it, don't you think? Tomorrow?" I nodded and she walked me to the door, kissed me and left me breathless at the threshold. * Variations on a theme for a week or so and Stevie had yet to wear the same lingerie for each nightly blowjob, different styles, colors, patterns and materials. I didn't know what most of them were called, but they looked fantastic on her. I became comfortable with a pretty, sexy crossdresser on her knees, my cock in her mouth, Marion looking on. * I arrived on time, knocked and Marion opened the door and handed me a glass of chardonnay. I took her in and she said, "You like?" She pirouetted. She wore a dark blue sheer lacy bra, cobalt she called the dark blue color, and matching panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels. "Sizzling," I said and kissed her, sipped the wine. Marion said, "Special night tonight, baby. You'll help me get off won't you? I need you to help me. Tell me you'll say yes," She started unbuttoning my shirt. When I was naked she handed me some cloth, rubbed it against me and said, "Put these on, baby. I've fantasized about seeing you in them. I get so hot and wet thinking about you in them." I held them up. It was a pair of cobalt panties, shaped like one of those bathing suits you see men wear on European beaches. Some stretchy material, very thin, not sheer, but not exactly opaque. "I can roll with this," I thought. Especially if Marion got off on it. I stepped into them and pulled them up. They were tight and I had to wriggle and shimmy them all the way up. The material felt good against my cock and it thickened. Marion reached into the waistband and tucked my cock and said, "You make these panties look good, baby. Oh, yes you do." She walked around me, her hand trailing on the panty and said, "Fantastic. Come." Marion led me into the living room, casual elegance, comfortable, and, as usual, Stevie was looking out the window at the river, a cabin cruiser making headway against the current. She let her cobalt satin robe drop to the floor revealing her bra, garter and panties and she looked amazing, long slender legs, great ass, sexy back and shoulders. She turned and my heart beat faster and my cock stirred. She was breathtaking. Her blond hair shimmered in the low light of the room, daylight fading behind her. Her lingerie matched Marion's. And the panties I was wearing. Stevie strolled toward me. She stopped in front of me, took my hand and led me to the elegant leather couch. I sat on the extra wide seat and leaned back on the soft pillows behind me. Stevie nudged my thighs apart and stood at the edge of the couch looking down at me, her silver dangly earrings glinting as they swayed. Her cock thickened and she adjusted it, toyed with it a bit under her lacy cobalt panties. She leaned toward me, a soft kiss on my lips, my cheek, her voice soft in my ear, "Those panties look divine on you, they truly do. It's a French cut. Marion and I have on cheeky's." She moved my hair and licked my ear, kissed my neck, sliding to her knees she bit and kissed her way to my nipples. Stevie chewed and nibbled one nipple while toying with the other with her manicured fingers. She moved and bit and sucked and my nipples were throbbing and singing with delicious pleasure-pain when she abandoned them and kissed and nibbled her way down my stomach. Her breath was hot on my confined cock and I was hard. Stevie mouthed me through my cobalt panties. She licked and mouthed and nibbled me and I moaned. She pulled the waistband away and down and tucked it under my balls. She pulled my cock toward her and looking me in the eyes she took me in her soft, hot mouth and I moaned. She kept me in her mouth, head moving down then up, her lips firm, her tongue soft and caressing, hooked her fingers in my panties and pulled them down. I lifted my rear, thrusting into her mouth and we moaned together. Stevie kept my cock in her eager mouth as she worked my panties down and off. She spread my legs and licked my balls and her tongue was flat and hard and rough on me and it felt so amazing. She went lower, as low on me as she could go then pushed my leg and I understood and I rolled over to my knees on the elegant leather couch. Behind me, Stevie, stroked my cock, her hands soft and silky, she mouthed my balls and licked up and up and up and I felt her tongue on the sensitive nerves at my rear opening. I felt her manicured hands pry me apart and her tongue was hot and stiff at my hole. I moaned in joy when her tongue pierced me, stabbing insistently and entering me as far as she could with her probing tongue. Urging me around again Stevie tweaked a nipple, stroked my cock and loved me with her mouth. I felt a slender, manicured finger work its way into me, followed by another and I moaned in pleasure and leaked cum into her mouth as she pressed and caressed my prostate. Stevie fucked me with her fingers and sucked me and stroked me and I moaned and moaned and shouted and grabbed her hair and came into her soft, tender mouth. Stevie nursed me and cleaned me and to my surprise she put the panties back on me, sliding them gently up my legs and I raised my rear and she tucked me in. Marion, sitting in a nearby chair, watching, clapped slowly and said, "Bra-vo, Stevie, bra-vo. I think that inspired performance deserves a little reward." Marion stepped over to us and held out a hand for Stevie to stand, two beautiful women in lingerie before me. She urged Stevie to sit next to me on the couch then took a seat beside her. Marion turned, put her arm around Stevie and trailed her hand down her front to her crotch and caressed her. "Such pretty panties. That style looks good on you, Stevie, it truly does." Marion pulled Stevie's panties out and down and tucked the waistband under her smooth, hairless balls. In fact, I noticed Stevie was completely hairless from the neck down now that I took a good look. I sat next to Stevie as Marion stroked her cock and talked. "Mmm, you're getting fairly proficient at blowjobs. A little more practice and you just might be almost as good as me." She stroked and palmed the head of Stevie's cock and she moaned. "Are you liking the feel of his magnificent cock in your mouth? Do you enjoy the first taste of his slippery precum? Do you dream of opening wide and putting your pretty lips around his thick cock?" She stroked Stevie faster and she was breathing hard and as she arched and moaned and came Marion said softly in her ear, "Do you dream of more?" Marion raised her hand to Stevie's mouth and she cleaned her girlfriend's fingers and hand. The whole scene was erotic yet discomforting. Marion said, "You go get cleaned up, baby. I'll see our guest to the door." Stevie leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the lips, said, "Thank you," rose and went upstairs. Marion stood, retrieved my cargo shorts and squatted before me, her wavy black hair framing her pretty face. She put them on me and pulled them up my legs. She motioned for me to stand. Marion pulled them all the way up, over the cobalt French cut panties and buttoned them. She zipped me, deliberately putting pressure on my cock, and I thickened. I arched my eyebrows and she said, "Keep them. My gift to you. You do look good in them, baby. And you can't tell me they don't feel wonderful against your skin, because I know." I was quiet as she handed me my shirt. I put it on, we walked to the door, kissed, and she said, "See you tomorrow, baby," and smiled and disappeared behind the softly closing door. I drove home thinking about what had just transpired. I was wearing panties and had just sat next to a man dressed as a woman while Marion gave him a handjob. I couldn't help notice the pressure and the pleasant feel of the panties on my skin and cock as I drove home from Marion's two-story condo overlooking that wide, deep river. * Three nights later I was wearing what Marion called a sweet cheeks. It was like a thong with a wide, lacy waistband. It was yellow. My cock twitched as Marion seated it firmly against my rear. While Stevie went down on me, lovingly sucked and stroked my cock, pulled the yellow sweet cheeks off of me, put her fingers inside of me and sucked me and fucked me, I groaned and Marion, sitting beside me, talked. "Isn't she lovely? So beautiful on her knees in her sexy lingerie. Do you ever think about it? After all this time? About what she's feeling? The joy. The power." Marion caressed Stevie's head, toyed with my shoulder length hair and said into my ear, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to have a nice thick cock in your mouth? Growing to full hardness there, stretching you wide? Do you wonder what it feels like for a hard cock to start seeping precum while you suck on it?" I was close, breathing hard. Marion whispered in my ear, "Do you wonder what it's like to make a man come with your mouth?" and I came and came and came and Stevie swallowed and swallowed and stayed on me and cleaned me and my breathing and heartbeat finally slowed. Stevie put the yellow sweet cheeks back on me, kissed me for a beat longer than ever before, said thank you and ascended the stairs. I wore the panties home. Again. * A few nights later I was at the door saying goodnight to Marion, lacy cream colored boyshorts under my pants, and she handed me an opaque plastic box with handles that easily folded down allowing the lid to be removed. It was about the size of a shoebox. Marion said, "I'll be checking tomorrow at work, just so you know. And if you're a good boy I'll give you a reward." She kissed me, groped me and shooed me out with a wink and a smile. Sitting inside my car my heart beat faster when I opened the box and, sure enough, it contained panties. A couple of dozen panties of all styles and colors and patterns. I drove home wondering about myself and trying to take stock of the whole situation. So far it had been fun. I was letting a guy suck me off, sure, but he was made up as a woman and was actually pretty, so it didn't really feel like getting sucked off by a real guy. And now Marion wanted me to wear panties instead of my boxers. I guess the real question was how far I'd let Marion go. The truth was I wasn't sure I knew. * The next day Marion cornered me in my small office and shut and locked the door. She had an excited, mischievous look on her face as she strolled over to me. She leaned down and began to unzip my pants and I looked down her blouse at her extraordinary breasts. "You're peeking," she said with a smile. "Can't help it, you have great tits." "Mmm, glad you like them. I like you looking at them, baby. And touching them." She reached into my pants and smiled brilliantly and kissed me. She unbuttoned me and pulled the lacy panty down so she could fondle my cock. "You picked the salmon colored hiphugger, wonderful choice. And you get a reward for being such a good boy." There in my office, on her knees, Marion took me in her mouth and made me come. Afterward, she tucked me in, stood up, fluffed her wavy black hair and shimmied her hips and said, "God, I got so wet thinking about you in panties, wondering if you had them on. I want you to fuck me tonight after Stevie does her thing. I want you to fuck my ass. Oh, god, I want you so bad." Marion left and I had to adjust my cock in the salmon colored hiphuggers. So that's what the style is called, I thought. * Several days later Marion met me at the door to her two-story high rise condo. I stepped into her foyer and took off my pants and shirt, leaving on the red with black polka dots wide-side thong. She said, "Mmm, lovely. Just lovely," and I might have blushed. She wore a white corset, sheer white stockings and white high heels. "Baby, I need you do something for me. It'll make me sooo wet, and I know you like it when I'm all wet and slippery for you." She kissed me and ground against me. "What?" my voice was thick. Marion produce sheer black stockings that didn't need a garter. Thigh highs, she called them. "Put these on, baby, do it for me." I took them in my hands. They were as light as air. "Say yes, baby, never say no to me," she whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe. Somewhat numbly, I sat on a chair and started to pull them up but not having much luck and Marion said, "Here, baby, like this. You have to gather the fabric like this. Then you can put it on and easily pull them up. Helps to point your toes, too." I did as she demonstrated and as I put my foot into a stocking she said, "Oh my, we're going to have to do your toenails or else you're going to snag and get a run sometime." I nodded and pulled a stocking up. It felt odd as my leg hair was pulled up as well. They came up high, not much below my balls. Marion kissed me and said, "God, that's so sexy." Stevie's hair was pulled back and clipped or something, but rested high on her head, emphasizing her long, graceful neck. She wore sheer, pale blue stockings, matching lacy panties and bra, dangly earrings and a darker blue beaded necklace and bracelet. Her stockings brushed against mine, a delicate whisper of a sound, as she stood before me. She adjusted her swollen cock and leaned down to me. Soft kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and finally my lips. She stroked and fondled my panty covered cock and my breath quickened and my heart raced as I felt her tongue seek entry. She pushed in and our tongues swirled and I moaned and felt dizzy. Stevie broke away after a few long moments, worked her way down my body and with fingers and mouth and tongue made me come while my hands clenched her hair and I convulsed into her soft, hot mouth. At the door, stockings and panties on under my trousers, I felt a bit numb. Marion hugged and kissed me goodnight. At the threshold she said, "You know, those stockings feel absolutely glorious, but you'll never experience it with hairy legs, baby." She blew me a kiss and gently shut the door. ***** Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 03 You might want to read the earlier chapters for a bit of context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** Early the next morning I stood in my shower, water cascading over me, a razor in my hand. Things were accelerating rapidly now and I figured I'd go along until I was uncomfortable. After all, I could pull the plug at any point. I didn't have to shave my legs, for example, but Marion's words as I was leaving the previous night stayed with me. As did Stevie's obvious pleasure in wearing lingerie and being made up as a woman. That I was not repelled and had even come this far said something, didn't it? Though I wondered exactly what that was. I lathered and shaved. The razor swept the hair away from my body and the simple act of shaving something other than my very light beard felt different, alien, maybe even feminine somehow, especially leaning down to shave my legs. I shaved and I shaved and when I was through I was smooth and hairless from the neck down. I had shaved everything, arms, underarms, pubic hair, legs, between my cheeks in case there was any there. I didn't have any chest hair but ran the razor over it anyway. I toweled off and noticed the air felt different, faint currents moved delicately, enticingly across my hairless skin, caressing me. Subtle, but noticeable. Interesting. I sat on the edge of my bed and held a sheer black thigh high in my hands. I gathered it as Marion had taught me, I pointed my toe and pulled it on and was amazed and my cock thickened. The stocking whispered up my leg, unimpeded by hair, the kiss of the nylon a startling, sensual feeling. My cock was hard. I pulled the other stocking on and settled it high on my thigh. My heart pounded in my chest. I had to relieve myself, my fantasies intriguing, before I could put on a black lacy tanga panty and I was swollen still. I put on my trousers and could sense a difference even then. That night Marion was delighted to discover I'd shaved everything. Standing in her foyer in my stockings and panties, she rubbed her hands over me and cooed. "Very, very nice. Feels amazing doesn't it. And it's not just that you were used to hair, it's far deeper than that, baby." She stroked my arms, my tummy and below and said, "No, the lack of body hair makes you more sensitive, more vulnerable, receptive even. Have you felt it? That subtle femininity that being hair free brings out? I bet you have, baby, doesn't take long, does it. Wait here, I have just the thing for you." Marion returned a short minute later and said, "Here, put this on, baby. It's a racerback cami with a satin front. See the lace on the back, and how the front is solid. It goes perfect with your stockings and panties." I took it from her and put it on and it seemed to just pour over my body and my cock thickened. It was loose fitting and the hem was just below my belly button. It flowed as Marion led me to the elegant leather couch, where Stevie waited. When I sat down Stevie straddled me and ran her fingers through my shoulder length hair and ground her bottom against my hard cock and kissed me, our tongues merged and I moaned into her mouth and my heart raced and pounded in my chest. Stevie reached under my black satin camisole and tortured and toyed with my nipples and I felt her hard cock pressing and rubbing against my stomach and my heart pounded and blood rushed in my ears. She slid to the floor, peeled my panties down and, as she had done for weeks now, opened her red lips and took me in her mouth, worked slender, manicured fingers into my rear, stroked me and fucked me with her fingers and hands, kept me delightfully, gloriously on the brink and finally let me come as my hands gripped her brilliant blond hair and I made those final involuntary thrusts into her soft mouth. She rose, kissed me and I opened my breathless mouth to her probing tongue. She thanked me and I watched her ascend the wrought iron spiral staircase to Marion's bedroom, appreciating the view of that beautiful ass. At the door Marion put her hand under my shirt, felt the satin camisole, kissed me and said, "Be here by ten Saturday morning, baby. We have some work to do." I nodded and she tormented me for a few of days at work, in the evenings, by not giving me any hint as to what she had in mind. She simply checked that I wore panties, and now stockings, and rewarded me with a blowjob or handjob, but dodged any question about Saturday. * Saturday arrived and I was nervous, my finger poised at Marion's doorbell. Today was the start of a long holiday weekend and I had a feeling things were about to really take off. I suspected Marion interpreted my having shaved all my body hair from the neck down as a "go ahead" of sorts, a not so tacit signal that she had my permission to push me further in her feminine direction. I wondered why I was doing this. I was terrified. I was thrilled. I wore a mocha colored fishnet and lace cheeky underneath my cargo shorts. Marion opened the door and swept me in and kissed me. She checked my panties and was appreciative of my choice. She wore baggy navy blue cargo shorts, a form fitting white sleeveless button shirt, and sandals. She grabbed her purse and we were out the door. "Where are we going?" "You'll see," she said, not without a measure of glee. Marion drove a short distance and turned into the parking lot of a tasteful strand of stores. We entered a salon that catered to both men and women. Marion chatted with the attractive petite stylist and showed her a picture of a male model. She nodded and smiled at me, hooked her arm in mine and led me back to get my hair washed. While the stylist snipped and clipped and cut and then put tinfoil and goop in my hair, another woman gave me a manicure and pedicure. Working on my toes the woman commented that a lot of women bring their men in to sharpen them up, then 'confided' that she suspected some of the men were, you know, crossdressers because of the things they asked for. I blushed and wished I'd worn long pants because she couldn't help but notice my smooth, hairless legs. I replied that sounded interesting and that I guess it took all kinds. I was nervous but held my tongue and was relieved that it was clear polish she put on my fingers and toes. It was finally done and the attractive stylist handed me a mirror. I saw light brown shoulder length hair with highlights. The cut was neither masculine or feminine, but looked like it could go either way depending on a variety of things. It was long enough to brush across my neck and shoulders, but wasn't overly long. The stylist said, "I feathered the ends some. It's very versatile and you can part it on the side or in the middle." She stood before me and fiddled with my hair. "Women tend to give a bit of a curl or use hairspray or other products to shape it a certain way. Guys just comb it and go. You know, I know the male model in the picture has this style, but I call it the Sandra Bullock, though it could also be called the Heidi Klum," she said and she winked at me and I tried not to blush. I hid behind the mirror and decided my hair looked nice and I figured it would go over just fine at the office since I was currently working on a hair product campaign at the ad agency. When I returned to the waiting room Marion smiled and said, "Oh baby, that's looks even better than I expected. It's fabulous, Raven!" She paid and we returned to her condo. I had noticed my hair felt different, lighter, it flowed more easily and smoothly than before, almost like all the hairs worked in unison to sway and flow. Surprisingly, it felt sexy. Marion undressed me in the foyer. Down to the mocha colored fishnet and lace cheeky panty. In her kitchen, I watched her make a pitcher of mimosas and we took it and two glasses up the wrought iron spiral staircase to her bedroom, her feminine sanctuary. We sat down at her vanity, feminine products and smells surrounded me. My heart was racing and my cock twitched. She looked me over and said, "Let's see. For your virgin voyage we'll go with the mocha theme. We'll brighten it up later. But the mocha family can be sooo smoky sexy, one of my favorite palettes, in fact." She sorted though a drawer and pulled out fingernail polish, a light mocha shade, took my hand and started applying it. "You're nails are a fairly long for a man, but not long enough for a woman." My cock stirred and thickened. "One quarter inch past the end of your finger is the perfect length. Just ask Stevie when you see her tonight. One quarter inch past the end of your finger is long enough to experience a feminine grace, but not so long as to look trashy or be clumsy. Grow yours out for me, baby. It should only take a week or two." My cock thickened and swelled and Marion said, "Are you uncomfortable, baby? Here, let me help." Marion put down the nail polish and adjusted me, made me comfortable in the mocha fishnet and lace cheeky panty. "There, all better." "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did, baby, but I know what you mean. Shoot," Marion said as she resumed polishing my nails. "What do you get out of all of this? Why do you like this so much?" "More than a fair question given where you're sitting, and what cute little panties you're sitting in. But to be honest, I'm not all that sure. It just turns me on, gets me worked up and hot. I love seeing a man bring out his inner woman. Watch him blossom and discover the pleasure of feminine submission." "Submission?" Marion began painting my toenails. "Not master-slave stuff, thought I do dabble," she winked at me, "but submission in the sense of letting a man have his way with you, baby. Opening up and embracing vulnerability instead of closing yourself off out of fear. It's no secret that orgasms are much better if you just let yourself go. Just let it all hang out. Laissez les bons temps rouler, right, baby?" "So you've done this before?" "Well, to be honest one has to have the right tools and Stevie has gone the farthest the fastest, though I'm seeing some real potential in you so far. But to answer your question, only one to two before Steve. Though I must say, I've fucked all my boyfriends' asses. Not that I'm into triple digits or anything, baby, but you'd be surprised how many men learn to enjoy, even look forward to bending over and taking a hard one up the ass." "There! We'll let those dry while I work on your lovely face." She poured me another glass and I took a long sip, careful of my light mocha manicured nails. Marion gathered my hair and pinned it back with something that looked like a potato chip bag clip with teeth. "Hmm, just a sec. Be right back." Marion padded out of the bathroom and I looked in the mirror. Held my hands out and looked at my nails, framed my face. I had good bone structure. Nice cheekbones, nose, eyebrows. And you might say my lips were a bit full for a man, but overall I didn't think I looked really feminine. Androgynous sprang to mind, especially with my slender build. Marion returned and said, "I thought I had one around here somewhere," and held up some flimsy material. She shook it when I didn't move and I held my arms up toward her. She slipped my arms through the straps, onto me and reached around me. Marion looked into my eyes as she clasped it, her beautiful face so close, and said, "Besides stockings, there's nothing that carries more femininity than a sexy bra. The straps, the material covering your breasts. Too bad you'll never feel that special feminine pleasure of your breasts swaying and heaving when you move, when you're getting fucked. This one matches your panties, baby. It's sheer and very, very thin. Men love that. Men love to see your hard nipples." I looked down at it, looked at myself in the mirror, at a sheer mocha colored bra. The triangle of cloth covered my nipples and more and it was flat, like a training bra. It looked nice and felt kind of good, under the circumstances, that is. "Lovely. Absolutely lovely. There are flat chested women out there who like to look sexy, baby. You'll just be one more, but I have a feeling you're going to stand out." Marion spun me away from the mirror, picked up some tweezers and began plucking at my eyebrows. "I'm shaping your eyebrows. Women have to attend to every little detail. We'll get yours looking sexy, baby. And it's a good thing you don't have much of a beard to speak of. It's very light and barely there. I like that in a man. Last thing I want to worry about is whisker burn when I'm riding his face with his tongue all up inside of me." She pulled back, looked me over, plucked one more eyebrow and said, "Perfect." She picked up some medieval looking tool and said, "Now for your eyelashes. You're so lucky to have nice full ones, but women have to emphasize the eyes. Men love big, sexy eyes." She clamped the thing over my eyelashes and squeezed it. This puts a little curl in, just a hint." She put some stuff on a tiny brush at the end of a stick and brushed it across my eyelashes. "This will give them a bit more color, more depth." She did some other stuff around my eyes with other brushes and products Marion opened a thin round case, another brush, larger, softer and swept it over my face. "I'm not a fan of too much makeup. Too many women cake it on, don't really know what they're doing. But if it's done right, baby, you shouldn't even notice it's there. And there's different ways to apply it for different lighting situations, but that's advanced femininity. We won't worry about it for now." She uncapped a tube and said, "Some light cinnamon gloss on your lips and we're about done." Marion rubbed the gloss over my lips, had me press my lips together in a certain way, inspected her work and winked at me. Reaching behind my head Marion unclipped my hair. She fluffed it, brushed it, used a curling iron on it fluffed it again, made me bend over so my hair was pointing downward, sprayed it with something, had me whip my head back up, did a few more things with it and said, "Voila!" "Stay like that. Don't peek. I'll be right back." I was dying to look, but did as she asked. My cock thickened. She retuned moments later with several items and hung a dress on a hook. In her hand were earrings and bracelets. I put on the bangly bracelets and she handed me the earrings and said, "Put these on." They were gold colored, three twisty pieces of metal a couple of inches long dangled from a small hoop. I took out the studs in my ears, the bracelets clinking. I tilted my head to get my hair out of the way and Marion said, "Perfect. You're a natural, baby. That's exactly how a woman does it." I blushed and put the other one in. The weight of them was noticeable. She handed me sheer light mocha stockings and said, "Put these on." I took one and gathered it and leaned down and pointed my painted toes and experienced such a sense of femininity that it shocked me. My lips, my hair flowing and framing my face, the pull of the earrings as I leaned over, my bra straps making their presence known on my shoulders and back, the weight and tinkle of the bracelets, my pretty mocha colored manicured toenails slipping into that sheer, gossamer-like stocking. My cock thickened as I pulled the stocking up and up and up. It glided and whispered up my long, smooth leg. I pulled it way up to there and my wrist brushed my cock as I adjusted the stocking's resting place so high on my thigh and I almost let out a moan. My cock thickened even more as the next stocking glided effortlessly up my leg. She handed me a shoe. A high heeled shoe. Tan with brown highlights. "It's a three incher, baby. It's a starter shoe for you. Put it on." Again, reaching down, feminine fabric and trappings flowing and tugging and sliding against one another. I felt delicate, pretty somehow, desirable even. I put the other shoe on and said, "It feels weird to not have my heels on the ground." "I know. But you'll get used to it, baby. Heels are sooo sexy. They're like the bra, so feminine. Here, put this on." Marion handed me the chocolate colored dress she had placed on the hook. I took it and stood up, somewhat shaky in the high heels. "Here, let me help so you won't muss your hair and makeup. She held the dress for me and slid it over my head and down, the fabric barely touching my hair. Marion adjusted it on me, looked me over and said softly, "Unbelievable. In my wildest dreams I never would have guessed you'd be this perfect. Stevie's going to be so jealous. Oh my god. Look." My stomach was churning as Marion turned me to face the mirror. When I saw myself I was stunned. I was looking at an image of a person that was me and not me. I stared at a beautiful woman. Stylish light brown hair with highlights that looked even better than at the salon, a more than pretty face, dangly earrings glinting in the light. The dress had what Marion called a modified scallop neckline that would have showed cleavage if I had any. It was sleeveless, the shoulder straps were a little over an inch wide and it was tight; form fitting to the waist where it became wider and flared out until ending about mid-thigh. I tuned my head to the side and my hair flowed across my shoulders and settled. I turned to the side and the dress flowed prettily and settled and my cock stirred. Marion seemed stunned. "You could pass, baby. You could go out right now and pass and nobody would ever know. Spectacular." "I'm speechless. How did you do it?" "I just brought out the woman in you. You have a great face and body for it. Like Stevie, but even prettier. Don't tell him I said that. Isn't the dress fantastic! You're wearing a pleated tank sweater dress and it looks fabulous on you. Come." Marion filled our glasses with the remains of the pitcher and we walked into the bedroom. I was unsteady and she took my glass and set it down. She put on some high heels and showed me how to walk in them. I practiced and after a short time had the hang of it, at least in the three inch version. Marion had changed into dark blue slacks that she called Capri pants, a loose white sleeveless blouse and dark burgundy high heels. We walked downstairs and I had to be especially careful on the wrought iron spiral staircase. Marion made another pitcher of mimosas and we sat on her elegant leather couch and chatted a little about work. "How's the hair color campaign going." "Great, we've got some good ideas to pitch." My lips felt funny with the gloss on them. She nodded at me and took a sip of her mimosa. "Your hair will be a natural." I laughed. We worked at an ad agency and were encouraged to "Live the Brand" and "Be the Product." People were always changing their looks depending on the product campaign they were currently working on. I looked at my hands and said, "Maybe I'll land on a fingernail polish job." "Or lingerie." "Or makeup." "Ooh, a dress line job. Now that would be special. You could come in like you are now and you'd still be under the radar. Maybe I could pull a few strings. Call in a few favors. Would you like that, baby? Maybe hike up my skirt for the right manager and get you on a job where you can be a woman at work?" She scooted closer to me and I tucked my hair behind my ear with a manicured finger and caught my reflection in the artwork's glass frame across the room and could scarcely believe what I saw. Marion fingered my hair, twirled it. "You know, when you let your hair grow out I overheard a couple of people joking about nicknaming you Pejic. They weren't being mean, baby, I think more interested, and if I read those boys right, and I'm sure I did, a tad jealous and turned on even." "Boys?" "Well, one was a girl." "Hmm. Pejic?" Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 03 "Yeah, baby. I didn't get it until I did an internet search, but I must say, I couldn't help but purr when I saw the images." "Huh?" "Look it up on your own time, baby. But let me ask you a question." "Shoot." I tucked my hair behind an ear with a manicured hand and took a swig of my mimosa. "You asked me earlier what I got out of this. So, what are you getting out of this?" She moved closer to me. "What is your pleasure here?" I was quiet for a long moment. "I'm not sure." "I am. I think I know why you're here. I noticed you like I noticed Steve. You got the look, baby." "The look?" "Yeah, the look. It's obvious to me. When I looked at you I saw your shadow. I saw a beautiful man whose shadow self was trapped by others expectations. I saw that you needed guidance, baby. I gave you permission to give yourself permission, in a sense." "But I've never even thought about this before meeting you." "Maybe not, but it was there and I sensed it. I mean, look at you now. Sitting with me in a lovely dress and sexy under things." She gently caressed my face with the palm of her soft hand. "So pretty." She set our drinks on the end table and moved closer, her voice soft and low. "Right now, I'm sitting next to a beautiful woman that I'm dying to get to know better." Marion ran her hand over the front of my chocolate colored pleated tank sweater dress and said, "You look so lovely. This is such a great dress. I love the thin vertical lines on the top and the wider ones on the skirt end. And where it's gathered at the breast here really helps flatter women like yourself." She smiled brilliantly. "I think I made a funny!" I laughed and Marion put her arm around me, leaned in front of me, tilted her head and kissed me, lips more slippery with gloss on. Our tongues searching, knowing. She kissed me harder, more aggressively, said with a husky voice, "You're so beautiful, I've got to have you. Here. Now." She kissed me and her hand moved to my chest. I felt her grasp my chest muscle as if it were my breast. She kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples and I moaned into her mouth. Marion's hand moved lower. She caressed my thighs and I parted my legs and she said, "That's a good girl. So willing to be my little slut." Her hand moved higher, caressing, light touches on my stockings, then skin. She rubbed me through my panties, teasing and tantalizing me. She worked her fingers into the waistband and worked it down, over my hard cock and down. In a move I'd done to her countless times, it seemed, she peeled my panties down. I lifted my rear and Marion worked them down my thighs and over my calves and high heels and let them flutter to the floor. "Mmm, no panties on under that lovely dress. Do you prefer commando, baby? Or do you like the essence of femininity that wearing sexy panties brings." She kissed me and put her hand under my dress and flitted about before stroking my cock. "That's a nice clit you have there. Really fine." She rubbed the head, withdrew her hand and put her middle finger in my mouth and I sucked it, got it wet. "But that's not what I want right now. Not what I need. Right now I need some pussy. Specifically, your pussy, baby." Marion kissed me, my hair swept over my shoulders, my earrings tugged and swayed, and I felt her hand on my stockinged thigh, caressing me, moving higher and touching skin. Under my dress her hands fondled me and I moaned into the softness of her mouth. She kissed me and held my cock and ran her thumb over the sensitive glans and I groaned in exquisite pleasure. Her hand cupped my balls then she put two fingers in my mouth and said, "Get them wet for me, baby," and she put her hand under my dress and I shifted and I felt her finger exciting the responsive nerves back there and I moaned into her mouth when she penetrated me and fucked me with her finger. "Such a good girl. All decked out in your pretty outfit getting finger fucked on a Saturday afternoon." She finally withdrew, stood up. She unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and tossed it aside. She wore a purple bra that wasn't a bra. It had the straps, but no material to cover her lovely breasts. It was amazingly sexy. "It's a cupless bra. You like it? I can get you one, but you'll have to earn it," she said and smiled while unbuttoning her Capri pants and sliding them down her long, lean legs. She wore a lacey purple French cut panty. She looked devastating. Marion reached into an end table drawer and pulled out her strapon. I breathed faster and tucked my hair behind and ear and my earrings swayed. Marion stepped into the harness, pulled it up and tightened the straps, anchoring it low on her mound so she could grind her clit and make herself come while she fucked me. She stood before me. "I've fucked you with this before and you enjoyed it, didn't you. Each and every time. But today's going to be different. Very different, baby. Know why? Because today you're a woman." She moved close, between my stockinged legs, my three inch high heels planted on the floor. Her slender, toned body towered above me, her cock so close. "Today you'll experience sex as a woman does. Oh, not completely, of course." She moved closer and I opened, formed a circle with my light cinnamon lips and took her into my mouth. Marion caressed my hair and sawed gently in and out of my mouth and my hair swayed and earrings tugged and my dress clung to me and my bracelets clanked and I sucked her cock and moaned. My cock was hard beneath my chocolate colored pleated tank sweater dress. "That's it, baby. Suck my big cock. It looks so good between your pretty lips. Mmm, feels good, doesn't it. Feels good to have cock filling your mouth, doesn't it? Do you feel it? That feminine surrender? The power of cocksucking? Such an intoxicating juxtaposition, no?" I moaned on her cock. I sucked Marion's cock until she pulled away and said, "Let's get this lovely dress off of you." I stood and let her pull it up and over and off and I was before her in jewelry, sheer bra and stockings and high heels. She tossed a few pillows off of the wide couch, she lay me down on the soft leather and my hair flowed and my earrings moved with gravity and tugged on my lobes and it felt utterly feminine. Marion settled beside me, up on her elbow and looked down at me, her cock heavy on my hip. She ran a manicured nail across my cheek and chin. I had one leg slightly bent. Her finger trailed along my neck, down, and she spent time flicking and toying and twisting my nipples beneath my mocha colored sheer lace bra and I moaned. Her hand moved lower and she wrapped her manicured fingers lightly around my cock. She stroked me. "You're so pretty. Lying there in your stockings and heels, bra, your lovely hair. Your thick cock is very hard, baby. I think you like this. I'm not surprised. You and Stevie are a lot alike this way. You just needed a little help yourself, didn't you, baby." She put two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them, got them wet for her and she smiled. She withdrew them, leaned down to kiss me, I felt her hands and I spread my legs and moaned into her mouth as her fingers penetrated me and moved inside of me gloriously rubbing my prostate and making me leak cum. She rose above me, put some lubricant on her cock and I tilted my hips and she moved in and I felt pressure, so much relentless pressure, thick and insistent, and she broke through and slid inside of me and I moaned with the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Marion paused, her cock thick and deep in me. "Mmm, you feel it? That feminine vulnerability. I think you do. Bracelets, earrings, bra, stockings and high heels. Flat on your back with your legs high and wide. Point your toes, baby, that's right. All the trappings of the feminine. All symbols of receptivity. I'm in your receptacle, baby. It's hot and tight. Just the way I like it." I was breathing hard. "Relax, girl. Open yourself to me and I'll show you a good time." She moved in me, edging back and forth with longer and longer strokes. Fucking me hard now, her hips and hair snapping, her breasts heaving, my earrings swinging and tugging and I groaned and grunted each time she pushed into me. She slowed, pulled out and I sighed. Marion urged me to my hands and knees on the elegant leather couch and I felt her behind me and I braced and she pushed in, plowed into me and I moaned and pushed back. Her hand gripped my shoulder she fucked me, oh god, she fucked me. I looked up, out the window overlooking the slow flowing river and as my hair and earrings swayed and snapped and our hips slapped a staccato rhythm a thought flashed across my mind and I wondered if the passengers on the cabin cruiser passing by had binoculars, and if they were watching a pretty woman get fucked by another pretty woman and the thought was flicked away as Marion slammed into me and cried out and slowed down. Long, deep, delicious, strokes. So sensitive back there, and she was so big inside of me. She moved me, repositioned me and I was upside down, doubled over, my knees near my head. She was on her feet, standing over me, sawing her cock in and out of me. She spoke, her voice raspy, panting. "Oh my, look how flexible you are. Wish I'd known that before. I'll have to remember that from now on." Her thick cock sawed in and out and I moaned. "Do it. You can do it." I knew what she meant and I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the head of my cock and tasted precum and I moaned. Marion fucked me in that submissive position and said, "I know all you nasty boys try to suck your cocks. You're lucky yours is big enough aren't you. Mmm, you've had cock in your mouth before, haven't you, baby. Use your tongue now." I moaned and swirled my tongue on my cock as and she fucked and me my precum trickled and my thick cock throbbed in my mouth. "Maybe I should make you come in your mouth. Would you like that? How long has it been since you've done that, baby. How long has it been since you sucked your cock and swallowed your come. Has it been awhile?" I moaned. "You look so lovely with your pretty lips around a hard cock. Just lovely, baby." Marion moved me to my back and I raised my legs wide and high and she toyed with my opening, barely popping in then back out. I moaned and begged her fuck me. She told me to point my toes and she would and I did and she drove into me hard and I moaned at the enthralling ecstasy of my ass being filled over and over and over. Marion ravaged me, pounded me. My cock was iron and leaking cum as her strokes pressed against my prostate. I swooned and opened my heart and my soul to Marion and let go and gave in and I felt something build and it built and Marion fucked me and I was moaning and wailing and it built and it sparked and wave upon wave upon wave of bliss erupted through me and for a moment, a singular transcendent moment, I was one with all things. I was quivering as Marion withdrew and lay beside me. "Oh my god, Marion. Oh my god. Look at me, I'm shaking. I've never had one like that. Oh my god." "Mmm," she said gently, "I think you discovered something today. Yes I do." She used her manicured finger to scoop some cum from my stomach and put it in her mouth. She scooped up more and fed it to me and I let her. "You were wonderful. I think you opened up to me and let trust happen. That's why you came so hard, baby. A woman's orgasm spreads from within. Am I right, baby?" "Oh my god." She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, her cock heavy against my hip. I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly. "You're amazing," I said, my heart full of joy. "Come on," she rose and I rose with her and noticed I was still a bit shaky, "Let's get a shower and get made up again. Stevie's coming over later." I watched Marion's perfect ass as we ascended the wrought iron staircase in high heels and the last thing on my mind was the likelihood that by the end of the weekend I'd have taken a man's cock into my mouth. ***** Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 04 You might want to read the earlier chapters for a bit of context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** Earlier in the day Marion had my hair styled, made me up, decked me out in womanly attire and accessories then thoroughly fucked me on her elegant leather couch. It was now early evening. And it was, apparently, Japanese school girl night, Marion style. Completely hairless from the neck down, I wore a sleeveless white, collared shirt that ended just above my belly button, a sheer black bra under it, a little red tie, a red plaid pleated skirt that was very, very short, opaque black stockings that ended a few inches above my knees, black Mary Jane's with thick two inch heels, white panties. Big hoop earrings and bangly bracelets. My shoulder length light brown hair with highlights was gorgeous. Stevie, Steve, Marion's boyfriend, wore a blue sailor-style shirt that ended just below her bra line, a blue plaid pleated skirt, opaque white stockings that ended just over her knees, and Mary Jane's like mine. Dangly earrings and bangly bracelets. Her brilliant blond hair was in pigtails. Marion wore a radiantly colored kimono and served us sushi for dinner. As we ate Stevie said, "I still can't believe how pretty you are. It blows my mind." I smiled. "I did clean up pretty good if I do say so myself." "Oh my god! When Marion did your big reveal I was devastated! Astonished! You look a little like that model, Payjack, Beejock, something like that. Maybe a cross between him and that actress Milla Jojalitch, Javowhich, something like that." "Pejic and Jojovitch," Marion said. "See, told you," she directed to me. I shrugged and tucked my hair behind an ear with manicured nails that matched my pleated red skirt. Stevie and I clattered about clearing the table. Marion returned from upstairs and the three of us went into the living room, the river beyond the large window darkening as the sun lowered in the sky. I sat on the couch, my skirt scandalously high on my smooth creamy thigh. Marion sat across from me in a chair with tasteful floral fabric. Soft music played and Stevie danced and moved in a sensual, feminine rhythm, her short skirt flicking sexily. She danced over to me, stood before me, swaying. She leaned down and kissed me. "You're so pretty," she whispered. She kissed me again and I felt her tongue seek mine and I cupped the back of her head and held her to me and I felt her hair on my cheek. She moved her hands up my thighs, slipped them under the hem of my skirt and it was thrilling and my cock was hard. Stevie hooked her fingers over the waistband of my panties and pulled. I lifted my rear and Stevie peeled my white Hello Kitty panties down and off. She kneeled between my legs, kissed me again then lifted my skirt and took me in her soft, hot mouth and I moaned as her tongue caressed me and leaned my head back and felt the weight of my large hoop earrings. Stevie sucked me and loved me with his mouth and hands and it felt magnificent, the pleasure so intense. Marion rose. She disrobed, peeled off the brilliantly colored kimono. She wore an emerald green corset with garters attached to sheer black stockings, high heels, and a strapon. She moved gracefully and stood behind Stevie. She leaned down, her wavy black hair so sexy, and caressed Stevie's rear. She cupped Stevie's privates and urged her to her knees and Stevie complied and sucked my cock and fondled me with manicured nails that matched her short blue skirt. Marion kneeled behind Stevie, lifted her skirt, peeled down her pink Hello Kitty panties, caressed her balls and hard cock and Stevie moaned and slipped a slender finger into my ass. Marion put some lube on her strapon and pressed into Stevie and I held her mouth on me while she groaned on my cock as Marion opened her and sank deeply into her ass. Marion sawed slowly, in and out and in, and Stevie moaned on my cock and licked me and loved me. Marion fucked her and her pigtails swayed and her moans were lost in mine and I saw Marion's eyes glaze over and a dreamy expression emerged and she punched in and shivered and came and I lost it and flooded Stevie's mouth and she swallowed and moaned. After more sake, more talk, some dancing that moved into slow, grinding while kissing followed by another fabulous blow job with Stevie on her knees before me, my hands tightly gripping her pigtails and forcefully fucking her face until I came deep in her drooling mouth, we finally we realized how tired we were and retired to the bedroom to go to sleep. Stevie and I disrobed each other at Marion's request, took off our sexy Japanese schoolgirl outfits and I thrilled at the stocking's kiss as she worked them down my smooth legs. Stevie and I put on matching sheer pink babydolls with a bosom tie and flyaway front with matching panties that Marion gave us. Stevie undid her pigtails and with Marion in the middle, we wished each other sweet, feminine dreams and drifted to sleep on her huge California king bed. * In the morning I rose, went to the bathroom, peeled down my sheer pink panties, gossamer floating down my long slender legs. I sat on the toilet and pee'd then brushed my teeth and returned to the bed to find Marion holding Stevie's mouth firmly against her pussy. "That's it, Stevie, lick my pussy. Mmm, chew my lips. Ohhh, that's right. I love you, baby, so don't take this the wrong way, you may not be much in the fucking department, but you sure can eat pussy. Your skills lie there, baby. Eating pussy. And sucking cock." Stevie moaned. Marion motioned me over and I kneeled at her head and she pulled down my panties and took my cock in her mouth and I moaned about how good it felt. She pulled Stevie up, he laid on her, his cock on her stomach and she ground against him and said, "Get him wet for me Stevie. Suck his sweet cock and get it nice and hard and wet for me, baby. I want you to watch him to fuck me with his big cock." I cupped the back of Stevie's head, my fingers entangled in her brilliant blond hair and moaned as my cock slipped into the soft, wet heat of Stevie's mouth. She sucked my cock and Marion lay under her, stroking her hair, and talked. "Mmm, look at you, dressed in sexy lingerie with your mouth all full of cock. I wish you could see yourself. I bet you you've been salivating ever since you saw me suck it. Were you jealous? Did your dick get harder, baby, your pussy get wet watching me suck his cock? That's enough, move over now so I can get fucked by a real cock." Stevie moaned and rolled off of Marion and I moved in, the sheer pink babydoll flowing, my hair swaying and earrings tugging as I knelt between her toned thighs, pulled her legs over mine and drove into her tight, hairless pussy. Marion huffed and I moaned as I rocked in and out, hot cunt then cool air on my cock. I reached behind her and lifted her off the bed and she looped her hands around my neck and rocked on my lap and her breasts heaved and she moaned as each thrust of my hips punched my thick cock deep inside of her. Marion looked over at Stevie lying next to us in his sheer pink babydoll, his hand on his cock and rasped, "Get your hand off of my cock." Her breasts were heaving with my thrusts. "You don't touch my cock unless I tell you to. Got it?" Stevie's hand snapped away from his cock and he nodded. I put Marion on her hands and knees, face toward Stevie, his cock hard and poking out of his sheer pink panties. I drove into her and swooned at that tight, hot channel and I watched her small back and hair move with my thrusts. "He's fucking me so good, Stevie, so fucking good. Your cock's almost as big, but I don't feel yours like I feel his, so big and thick inside of me, fucking me so good. God, he knows how to use his cock. I'm so wet, baby, get under me and lick me. And keep your nasty dick out of my face." Stevie crawled under Marion at an angle and I heard him moan and felt his forehead on my swinging balls. I was getting close and I thrust into Marion and grunted and my earrings tugged and my hair swayed and the babydoll fluttered and I thrust and thrust and slammed against her and grabbed her hips and pulled her hair and she groaned her approval and I shivered and Marion cried out and we were still. I fell back on the bed and heard Marion say, "Don't move, Stevie." She looked at me as she turned and kneeled over his face. "Stevie has a new party trick, don't you, baby?" Stevie moaned and stuck out his tongue and licked Marion's pussy. He moaned as Marion watched her and reached back and stroked her cock while he cleaned her cunt. My cock was hard and I stroked it and watched him lap up my cum. When Marion was satisfied she said, "Mmm, well done, Stevie, well done. I do believe you deserve a reward. You may relieve yourself." "I can touch myself?" Stevie said in a quiet voice. "You may," Marion said as she snuggled up to me. I put my arm around her and she stroked my cock. "Up. Look at this cock in my hand when you do." Stevie rose to his knees and jerked his cock while we watched and Marion stroked me and when Stevie came she had him lick it up and told me I deserved a reward as well and went down on me until I came in her mouth and she transferred it to Stevie in a tender kiss and he moaned in gratitude. When the show was over I said, "Wow, you two kinky boots are up to new tricks." "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," Marion said with a wink and my heart fluttered and my cock twitched. "Come on, I'm starving." * We were several pitchers of mimosas into the afternoon. The river was sparkling in the sunlight and we were feeling giggly. I wore strappy high heels, a black, wide band lacey garter attached to black fishnet stockings, and oh how I thrilled as I pulled that soft, sexy feminine fabric up my long, smooth legs and attached them to the garters with a feminine twist of my torso. I wore a clingy, plum colored sequin tee dress, bangly bracelets and dangly earrings, a classy necklace. My shoulder length light brown hair with highlights tantalized my skin as it brushed across my shoulders. A red lacy thong with a thicker than usual strap pulled tightly against my rear and rounded out the ensemble. Stevie wore a darling fiesta red embellished v-neck bra top dress, pale blue thigh highs and strappy heels. Marion's outfit consisted of a clingy, stretchy, sheer black long sleeve top, lacy black boy shorts, thigh highs, and strappy high heels. Her wavy black hair framed her beautiful face and she looked glorious. Soft music played and Marion looked at Stevie, nodded in my direction and my cock thickened. Stevie walked over to me, nudged my legs apart and knelt before me. Marion settled beside me as Stevie lifted the hem of my plum colored dress, caressed my thong covered cock then peeled it down as she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue soft and hard. I spread my thighs and the fishnets whisked across the elegant leather couch. I ran my fingers through Stevie's brilliant blond hair and pushed her head down my torso and moaned as her lips closed around my cock. "Mmm, I love that. Seeing cock being sucked. Seeing my beautiful ladyboy with a thick cock in her mouth. Her own cock hard and wanting," Marion cooed softly and toyed with my hair. "Feels so good," I rasped. "I can only imagine how good it must feel, to have your cock sucked, having that hard meat in another man's mouth," Marion said. "What I for sure is how good it feels to have a hard cock in my mouth. A real cock, not a plastic one. A real, live, hot, hard throbbing cock I can run my tongue over." I moaned and Marion said softly, "It's time, baby." Stevie stood up, crossed her arms at the waist and pulled off her fiesta red embellished v-neck bra top dress in that familiar feminine move. She stood before me in her pale blue stockings and matching bra. Marion caressed her pale blue tanga panty and Stevie's cock was hard. My heart pounded and I could barely hear through the roar in my ears as Marion said, "It's time, baby. It's time to have someone else's cock in your mouth. You know it is. Take off her panties, it's part of it. Part of the act of submitting to the cock, baby. And it's only fair. Stevie shouldn't have all the fun. Go ahead. Do it. Always say yes to me, never say no." I wanted it. I didn't want it. I was thrilled. I was terrified. I saw my hands reach out and, for the first time in my life, touched another man's cock. I touched Stevie's panty covered cock and my heart hammered and I thought it would leap right out of my chest. The cock was hard and yet soft under the lacy panty and I felt myself leaning forward and from what seemed a great distance away I heard Marion say, "That's it, baby. Don't be afraid." I looked up at Stevie and she caressed my hair and her eyes were warm, her smile supportive and I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her pretty tanga panty and peeled them down her long, lean legs and her cock was free and hard and Marion said, "Take it, baby. Take his cock. You know you want this. I want it too, baby, do it for us." I wrapped my fingers with light plum colored manicured nails around Stevie's thick cock and it was hot to the touch. The live flesh and blood cock was scorching hot in my hand and the skin moved over the inner hardness and I leaned forward and my heart hammered and I opened my mouth and leaned forward and my bracelets clinked and I took another man's cock into my mouth and Stevie moaned. My blood rushed and pounded through my veins and I felt the ridge of the head of Stevie's cock with my lips and tongue. My mouth wide, I was careful of my teeth as I moved down and up on the cock, my hand in sync with my mouth. It was terrifying and exhilarating. I was dressed as a beautiful woman and sucking a man's cock. Marion stroked my cock and I moaned. My mouth watered and I savored the feel of a thick flesh and blood cock on my tongue. I moved up and down on the cock, my hair flowing deliciously across my shoulders and I was surprised that it pleased me to hear Stevie moan at my efforts. My earrings tugged and my hair swayed as I moved on that cock and I welcomed the slippery precum that leaked into my mouth and I licked and probed that hole with my tongue. I fondled Stevie's balls, I licked them and jacked him and took his thick, hot, hard cock back into my soft mouth and my cock twitched and throbbed and I moaned at Marion's efforts. Stevie was breathing hard and said he was almost there and Marion stroked me and I was close and Stevie clenched and I shivered and my mouth was flooded with Stevie's hot cum and I clenched and came on my plum colored sequin tee dress and I sucked and swallowed and I kept him in my mouth until he softened. Marion, leaned over, turned my head and kissed me, her tongue searching and scrubbing my mouth. She released me and said, "Mmm, that was pretty good for a first timer. You looked like you really knew your way around a cock, baby. I can only imagine what kind of skills you're going to have down the road." My cock twitched and my heart fluttered. "Well, now that we got that out of the way I think we're going to have way more feminine fun. By the way, baby, did you feel it? When you were sucking Stevie's hard cock, when you had it in your mouth, did you feel it? That feminine pride in making a man moan? Stevie cupped the back of my head and drew me to her and I opened my mouth and closed my lips around her cock and we moaned and Marion talked. "Using your mouth and tongue and hands to bring a man to his knees in pleasure? Did you feel proud when she moaned when you stroked her or tongued her a certain way? I bet you did." Stevie sawed in and out of my mouth and my cock was hard and Marion stroked me. "I love making a man moan. I love having the feminine power to make a man come in my mouth and I bet you do too." Marion dropped her head to my lap and took me in her mouth and I moaned around Stevie's cock and we moved and moaned until we soared and were complete. That evening I wore a black large square fishnet body stocking, pointy high heels with an ankle strap, a black beaded choker necklace. Stevie wore a sea-foam green form fitting lacy multi-way babydoll. I sat on Marion's lap and leaned back against her. Stevie on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth. I ground against Marion's lap and my earrings and necklace tugged and swayed and she writhed against me, her strapon thick and deep in my ass. I came and she fucked me as I sucked Stevie to orgasm and swallowed his cum while darkness descended on the river beyond the large living room window. It was divine, glorious, exhilarating and terrifying. The next day, for the following week, Marion would watch Stevie and I suck cock while made up as beautiful women wearing pretty lingerie and accessories. I got brave and rimmed Stevie and put my fingers up his rear while sucking his cock and Marion rewarded me with her glorious strapon. And so it went. Until the next weekend. ***** Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 05 You might want to read the earlier chapters for a bit of context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** At work people loved my shoulder length light brown hair with highlights. They loved my longer nails, now one quarter inch past my fingertip, as Marion dictated for optimum feminine grace. Not that they knew, of course. They thought it was because of the current ad jobs I was on, a hair care product and a fingernail product. In fact, they took to calling me PJ, for Pejic, Junior. I finally did the internet search and, surprisingly, they weren't too far off. But I knew different about my hair and nails, and what I wore under my clothes at work. And so did Marion. Each night, and weekends now, I was at Marion's, shaved completely hairless from the neck down, made up and dressed as a beautiful woman, sucking her boyfriend's cock and getting fucked with her strapon. Marion had led me down a feminine path and I was afraid where the road would end. I was sucked into her world much farther and faster than I could ever have imagined. It was thrilling beyond words and yet utterly terrifying. I wondered if Stevie felt the same way. * I arrived at Marion's two story condo a little after seven Friday evening. As usual, Marion handed me a glass, champagne tonight. I took off my shirt, revealing a pretty lacy teal colored bra. I took off my pants to reveal matching boy shorts and sheer thigh highs. By now she usually had earrings for me, bracelets, a necklace, and would put on some light eye shadow and lipstick on me before leading me to her living room overlooking the wide, deep river. Or to her bedroom. "You look simply divine. That is such a sweet color with your hair and complexion. But we won't be needing them tonight, baby. Tonight's special. I've been so proud of you, baby, I want tonight to be so special." She kissed me, leaned into me and reached behind me and unclasped my bra. She knelt and peeled down my panties and my cock thickened and she nuzzled it against her cheek and purred. Marion slid my stockings down my legs and the feeling as they whispered down my long, smooth, hairless legs was simply divine. Marion refilled my glass, took my hand and led me up the black wrought iron spiral staircase to her bedroom. She was gorgeous in strappy high heels and sheer black body stocking and lacy black high-cut panties that showed off her slender, athletic build and magnificent breasts. Her wavy black hair was full and magnificent. A slender figure with brilliant blond hair stood looking out of Marion's bedroom window at the river beyond, a barge making its way slowly upriver. Stevie. Stevie wore a satin cobalt colored robe, sheer cobalt stockings and black high heels with an ankle strap. I imagined she had on a matching bra and panty set. Stevie turned and smiled shyly, which sort of surprised me after all we'd been doing with and to each other. She seemed a bit nervous and it hit me and my heart beat faster and my cock stirred and Marion said, "That's right, baby. It's time for the next level in Stevie's womanly pursuit. And you just have to help her, isn't that right." Stevie untied the robe's waist belt, gently moved it from her shoulders with manicured nails in a feminine gesture and let it drift down her body and pool at the base of her five inch high heels, her five inch fuck-me's. I gulped and my heart raced. Backlit by the window Stevie stood there in a sheer lacy cobalt colored bra, matching thong, stockings and high heels. Her slight frame, her slender body so alluring, her brilliant blond shoulder length hair framing her lovely, delicately featured androgynous face. Light makeup, eye shadow, lipstick. She could easily pass in public as a beautiful, desirable woman. She walked over to me and stood in from of me, taller than me in her heels she looked down at me and lightly stroked my cock with a manicured hand. "Are you sure?" I asked and Marion affirmed it and bade me remember the Golden Rule. Stevie kneeled and blew on my cock, her breath warm, moist. She licked it, mouthed by balls and closed her hot lips around my cock and I moaned and let her love me. After a minute or two, before my knees buckled, I urged her up, led her to Marion's huge bed and she crawled upon it and lay on her back in the middle and her brilliant blond hair fanned out enticingly. My heart was racing as I lay down beside her, slipped my arm beneath her head and leaned over and kissed her. Our tongues sought each other and we kissed and I caressed her lovely face and my hand drifted down to her bra and I fondled her nipples. I toyed and twisted Stevie's nipples and she moaned and I'm sure they stung and throbbed deliciously by the time I let my hand drift down her body, across her flat stomach. My hand drifted over the front of her lacy thong and she moaned as I caressed her hard cock. I caressed and fondled her hard cock and she groaned when I bit and tortured her sensitive nipples. I chewed on her nipples and stroked her panty covered cock and kissed my way down her lovely, slender body. I mouthed her cock through the panty and my heart thundered at the thought that I was a cocksucker and was about to fuck this man. I peeled her thong down and off and he moaned when I took him into my soft, hot mouth. I savored the glorious feeling of that thick hot cock as I rode it down, then up, so hard and wide in my eager mouth. I sucked and it throbbed in my mouth and I felt the veins with my tongue and he moaned and my fingers toyed with his rear opening. Stevie was slick and he'd been prepared and he moaned and caressed my hair when I slid two fingers inside of him. I sucked him and fucked him with my fingers and my jaw was tired and my cock was leaking precum by the time I moved between those slender, stocking covered legs. I was on my knees and Stevie raised her stockinged legs wide and high, her high heeled toes pointed toward the ceiling and I smiled because that's an important style detail for Marion; a woman getting fucked on her back should point her toes toward the ceiling. My cock was iron and poised at Stevie's opening, her cock hard before me and I leaned in and pressed against her. Gently, insistent, I pressed and her rings released and Stevie groaned and I was in that hot, tight channel. I pushed gently on and I moaned at the tight heat and Stevie groaned as our flesh met and I wriggled my hips against her taught body. On my elbows, "Oh god, so big," in my ear. I slowly drew out and pushed back in. "So different," she gasped. I did it again, and again, picking up speed and power. "Yes!" In my ear. Stevie's legs wide and high, I drove into her and kissed her and toyed with a nipple and she moaned into my mouth. Without withdrawing I put her on her hands and knees and grabbed her hips and slapped and slammed into her and wondered if the passengers on the cabin cruiser motoring down the river could see us. Stevie was moaning and wailing with each thrust, pushing back, her hair flicking. I reached around and stroked her leaking cock and she moaned, "Oh god." I held her shoulders and rammed into her and her hot ass felt like a velvet vice on my thick cock. Stevie rasped, "Oh god, I think I'm going to come." I tossed her on her back again and snapped my hips, speared into her, side to side, in and out, a repetitive staccato rhythm and she wailed and moaned and thrashed and convulsed and I felt her ass clench and felt her cum on me and it sent me over the edge and I spasmed and shouted and came deep inside of her lovely tight ass. I lay on Stevie, my breath slowing, her cock between us, wetness there. "Oh my god," she said, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, "Oh my god." I swiveled my hips gently and loved the feel of her tight ass grasping and clenching my cock and she moaned and my cock was hard. I rolled us over and Stevie rotated her hips some before rising, her hands on my chest. Her hair swayed as she straddled me and gyrated, moving on me, grinding on me and snapping her hips and I moaned at the pleasure. I grabbed her hard cock and stroked it and she moaned. Stevie leaned down and kissed me and I punched my hips up and flesh was slapping and she rolled me over and said, "Fuck me" and I put my hands under her knees and pinned her down and drilled into her with everything I had and as hard and as fast as I could and we were sweating and grunting and moaning and she played with her cock and her earrings swirled and I cried out and arched and came deep in her tight ass and through the haze heard her shout and felt her ass clench tightly and I fell on her as before and we were limp. I gently slipped out of Stevie's amazing ass and we lay side by side getting our breath back. Marion handed us a glass of champagne and we sat up and she said, "Brilliant darlings. You were wonderful Stevie. I told you he knows how to use that thing. I hope you were taking notes, baby." "Oh my god, Marion," Stevie said, "It was wonderful. Better than I imagined." He looked at me, placed a manicured hand on my thigh and said, "Thank you so much. A first time couldn't have been any better. Oh my god." I smiled, nodded and ran my fingers through my hair and sipped champagne. The next day and for the next week Stevie and I would gleefully, enthusiastically suck cock and I'd fuck her hot, tight little ass while we were made up and dressed as a pretty woman in lingerie. One delightful evening I was wearing a lovely lavender camisole-garter outfit with matching stockings, red fuck me's with a silver heel, big hoop earrings and bangly bracelets. Stevie was on her back beneath me, my thick cock deep in her garter framed ass, Marion behind me, her thick strapon sawing in and out until we all came and were complete. It was such decadent loveliness my cock thickens and I still swoon at the thought. And that's how it went until the next weekend. * Late at night I lay in my bed, the one on which Marion fucked me with her strapon weeks ago, before she took me on a journey. I was having trouble falling asleep. Marion. Oh, Marion. So pretty, so sexy. That raven haired woman had me under her spell and I was lost in her aura of femininity. In months, mere weeks, Marion had led me down the rose petaled path and I'd gone from cargo shorts, boxers and flip flops to cute skirts, lacy panties and strappy high heels. I was shocked to discover how much I enjoyed wearing lingerie and feminine accessories, and how vulnerable yet powerful they made me feel. How the tug of my earrings and shoulder length light brown hair with highlight brushing across my shoulders made me feel so feminine, made me want to fuck. How I loved a thick hard cock filling my mouth and how I soared with pride making a man moan in pleasure. I had no awareness that I had it in me, had never even thought about it before Marion brought it out in me. The feminine, the desire to lay on my back in makeup and sexy lingerie while a strapon filled me and thrilled me, or to be on my hands and knees with a hard cock in my mouth while getting fucked by Marion's strapon and loving how my body felt rocking with her thrusts, my hair swaying and earrings swinging and my cock jerking to the rhythm of the fuck. But Marion. Oh, my Marion. She saw something in me. Something deep inside of me that led her to believe I'd succumb. And I have. So far. Oh, I knew what the next step was. And I had a pretty good idea how, as well. What I didn't know is if I'd go through with it. On one hand the thought of it was exhilarating; on the other hand it was terrifying. Who am I that I even think of this? What am I that I have let this happen, have given Marion such power, such influence? How far would I let her go? I didn't have an answer. I let my hand drift down my flat chest, across my flat stomach and caressed myself through my lime green lacy hiphugger panty. My cock was hard. * Friday. I arrived at Marion's after dinner, knocked on her door and she opened it and handed me a glass of white wine. I smiled as she unbuttoned my cargo shorts and took delight in my black and white striped lacy ckeeky. She took my hand and led me up the wrought iron staircase to her bedroom and then to her vanity where she sat me down. Marion quickly painted my fingernails and toenails a dark red. "Look at you!" she said. "I barely have to do anything to get you looking like a high class runway model." She picked up some tweezers and made sure my eyebrows were perfect. "You shaved this morning like I told you to?" I nodded. I'd shaved everything from the neck down and was still tantalized by the way the air flowed over my skin. "Good, baby, real good." She began to apply eye shadow, light mascara, a light touch with a brush on my face. "That's good because tonight is a special night, baby, real special." My pulse quickened. Marion worked on my hair, brushing, arranging, spraying and said, "Have you figured it out yet? What tonight brings? You are most impressive, baby, you've gone the fasted the farthest and you're ready." My heart was in my throat when Marion presented me with the cobalt garter slip. "Slip this on, baby." It was sheer, lacy, thin shoulder straps and the garters had red ribbon over the tabs. It kissed and caressed my skin as I slid into it and it hugged my body, the hem ended low on my hips, a couple of inches above my cock. Red material in the shape of quarter moons under where my breasts would be, as if cupping them. Marion handed me dangly earrings and I out them on, leaning my head this way, then that. "Good girl. You should always put on your bracelets then earrings before you put on your stockings and shoes. Remember that. That way you slip into your femininity with more grace and ease. My earrings tugged and my bracelets clinked as I quickly gathered a stocking in a practiced manner, leaned over, pointed my and swept the luxurious fabric up my long, slender leg. I gathered the other stocking and my cock thickened and I almost moaned at the glorious feel of its caress and tickle as I pulled it up and up an up and fastened it in that feminine twist of my body. Marion gave me strappy dark red five inch high heels with an ankle strap and I put them on and closed the strap and they looked so sexy on my feet and I was glad to see they matched my nails and the ribbon accents on my garter. I drank more wine and Marion refilled my glass with the bottle she'd bought upstairs. She handed me a lacy cobalt bikini panty and I stepped into it, pulled it up and tucked myself in. Marion turned me to the mirror and yet again I had been transformed into a strikingly beautiful woman. She raised her glass in a toast and I clinked her glass with mine and my breath quickened when she said, "We have to get you ready. Bend over, baby, put your hands on the counter." My heart thumped inside my chest as I looked at my reflection, me and not me, a pretty woman. "Tonight will be your special night. All about you, baby. A sexy woman ready for the next step." She peeled my panties down below my rear and I felt her soft hands on me. "You've flown so high and so far so fast and there's only a few more steps to go before you're all the woman I could ever want." Fingers penetrated me and I moaned. Cool wetness and my heart pounded as she lubricated me, prepared me for what was to come. I was sacred but thought that I wasn't fighting her so I must want this. Right? "You know, I was just teasing about Stevie not knowing how to fuck. He gets off on that sort of torment, but he's a fine swordsman, baby, I know he'll treat you right." She lubricated me and wiped me, pulled my panties back up. "There now, have some more wine, Steve will be here any minute to take care of your wet pussy, baby. I know you're eager." From somewhere, "I don't know, Marion..." She put a finger to my deep red lips and said, "Shhh, not another word. You know you need to say yes, baby, never say no to me." "But..." "Don't be scared. Don't be scared to let this happen. Because you've known all along it was going to happen. When you first let Stevie take your cock in his mouth you knew. You knew when you put on that first panty. And last week you took a major step and I was so proud of you when you became my little cocksucker." Marion brushed against my cock and I moaned. "All along you've known that a real woman takes cock. She takes cock in all her holes, baby. And you've only got one to go, so what's the big deal?" She smiled and my cock twitched. I knocked back the almost full glass of wine and Marion smiled and took my hand and I followed her into the bedroom. She handed me a red silk robe and I put it on and it felt glorious. I was so nervous standing at the window overlooking the slow flowing river, so wide and deep, a sailboat running downriver. I'd done so much so fast had it really only been few months to go from only thinking about pussy to actual cocksucking? And now this? I looked down at myself and felt the tug and sway of feminine things, saw my high heels with the ankle strap. Marion told me a real woman wears high heels with ankle straps when she gets fucked so her shoes wouldn't fall off and my heart suddenly hammered. Could I go through with this? Did I even want to? I was here, wasn't that answer enough? I was so scared. My thoughts were interrupted by a noise and I turned away from the never changing river. Steve. Wearing baby blue boxers. His brilliant blond hair pulled to a ponytail and tied at the nape of his neck. He walked over to me and the roar in my ears was immense and I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. Delicate features, slender body, he was so handsome. He leaned in to kiss me and I felt his tongue pry my glossy lips open. He slipped his arms around me and pulled me to him and I felt his bulge press against mine and I quietly moaned and I knew I was going through with this and I was terrified. I was exhilarated. I pushed him back and untied my robe. I shrugged it off my shoulders and felt it whisper down my body. "You are stunning," Steve said, taking me in as I stood there in my sheer, lacy cobalt garter slip with red accents, lacy cobalt bikini panty, dark red five inch fuck-me's. I reached out and ran my dark red manicured nails down his chest, lower and felt him through his boxers. I leaned over and bit a nipple and he moaned. I fell to my knees, I got down on the floor, I looked up at him and he looked at me with loving eyes and I pulled down his shorts and took his cock into my soft, eager mouth. I swooped down on his cock and it grew thicker, harder and it pleased me that I made it grow. I felt his veins and crown and urethra as my tongue and red lips moved over and around that cock so thick and hard in my mouth, and my bracelets clinked and my hair caressed my shoulders and my earrings swayed heavily as I tasted precum and heard Steve moan. Steve gently urged me to my feet and I was a taller than he in my five inch fuck-me's. He guided me to the bed and I lay down, on my back, in the middle of that huge expanse. He lay beside me, looked at me, then at Marion sitting in a chair, legs crossed, sipping wine, dressed in a short, pink robe. Steve trailed a hand across my cheek, down my chest. The toyed with my nipples and I lay there and trembled. He leaned down and kissed me and I shot my tongue into his mouth, letting him know everything was okay. He touched me and I moaned. Steve kissed my nose, my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks, worked his way down my neck and to my breasts. He played and toyed with my breasts and pinched and chewed my nipples and I moaned and had to adjust my hard cock in my lacy panties. I wanted to run my fingers through his thick blond hair so I released it from the band and he shook it loose then tugged on my nipples with his teeth. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 05 He worked his way down, kissing, nibbling, his hands fluttering over my nylon encased legs and torso. He was there now and I felt his hot breath on my cock. He mouthed my cock and it was wonderful and I looked at Marion and she pursed her lips and kissed from across the room and Steve peeled down my panties. I lifted my rear and he pulled them down. I lifted my legs and pointed my toes and Steve pulled them up my long legs and off and they drifted to the floor and my cock was hot and wet and I felt a rough tongue on my glans and moaned and ran my fingers through his glorious hair. My heart was racing and Steve sucked my cock and I shivered when his fingers touched those sensitive nerves at my opening and I spread for him and groaned and ground my hips as his fingers gained entry. He withdrew and the bed shifted and I looked up and he was kneeling over me. He raised my stockinged legs and I pointed my high heeled toes toward the ceiling and he moved forward and I was suddenly terrified and I wanted to flee, oh god, I was so scared. Steve put a soothing finger in my mouth and I closed my glossy lips around it and my heart was pounding and that roaring in my ears was back and I felt the wet tip of his thick cock touch my sensitive opening and I moaned around his finger. I felt him press against me and my pussy was wet and ready and I felt an unrelenting blunt pressure and I panicked and my rings parted and, oh god, his thick, hot, hard cock pushed inside of me and hit my prostate and my heart was a jackhammer and I clenched the sheets in my fists and moaned. A man's thick cock was throbbing inside of me, deep in my ass and I could never undo this and I was going to hell and Steve moved inside of me and I moaned and swooned at the shamefully glorious pleasure. My legs were wide and high and Steve pulled slowly out then pushed in then out again and in again in long, deep strokes and I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop myself from rotating my hips on his thick hard cock and fucking him back. I raked his chest with my deep red nails and he lay on me and fucked me, hands on my shoulders, on my rear and I cupped his ass and pulled him to me and moaned my joy in his ear. I grunted as that hot cock, so different than Marion's strapon, speared into me over and over and over. The guilty pleasure was immense and I moaned as his hips slapped against my needy body. Steve put me on my hands and knees and I felt his thick flesh and blood cock press against my receptive opening and I pushed back and was thrilled when that thick, blunt head broke through and plunged deep into my ass, driving my sensitive nerves wild with joy. He fucked me and fucked me and my hair tossed and my earrings yanked and I hoped he like the view of my garter framed ass. I lay my head and shoulders on the bed and reached back and spread my ass with manicured hands and prayed he could get deeper as he shook my body with powerful thrusts. Steve rolled me to my side and fucked me from behind while I held up a stockinged leg to give him better access to my eager ass. Oh god, it felt so good and I looked so good in my sheer, lacy cobalt garter slip with red accents and dark red high heels. I rocked back against him and clenched my ass and was pleased to hear his moan. I was on my back, legs pinned down by Steve's hands as he loomed over me and all the fear was gone and all I felt was bliss and I rose to my elbows and watched that thick cock invade my tiny hole and my cock was hard and I wanted to suck it while Steve plowed into me with his glorious, glorious cock. It started to build and I let go of the tension and Steve fucked me with his thick cock and I embraced it and let it build and swiveled and snapped my hips and pinched and twisted my nipples and I moaned and grunted and there were tears in my eyes as it built and he fucked me and I knew I was going to come from a man's cock fucking me and I was there and it hit and I wailed and warbled threw my arms to the side and arched in a powerful spasm and pulses of ecstasy erupted and wave after wave of immense bliss coursed through me and around me and my body trembled with the beauty and the majesty of it all and I was filled with joy when I felt Steve come deep in my throbbing ass. I was limp, a rag doll. Steve slipped out of me and slid to my side and my ass throbbed deliciously and I wondered if his precious fluid would leak out of me. Marion lay beside me, handed Steve a warm washcloth, caressed my hair and said, "Mmm, that was spectacular. I barely had to touch myself to come." "Oh god, Marion, it's so different from your strapon." "I know, baby, I know." "Thank you, Steve. So good. Oh my god." "Looks like you get as good as you give, baby," Marion said with a tender smile. Marion and Stevie were so loving and tender I felt embraced by their warmth and unconditional acceptance. "O'ho my god," I laughed and put a hand to my forehead and my bracelets tinkled. "That was so good. I can't believe I got so scared." "Big step," Steve said and finished cleaning his cock. I reached over and took Steve's cock in my manicured hand and squeezed it gently and said, "Nice work, cowboy." I leaned down and closed my lips around his soft cock and it pleased and thrilled me and my cock thickened when I felt it grow and fill my mouth. Steve's hard cock filled my mouth and I savored the ridges and veins and crown and how wide I had to open my jaw and my mouth watered. His cock was hard and I sucked it and he moaned and I rose and swung a stockinged leg and a high heeled foot across him and I straddled him, his hard cock nestled against my bottom. My hair brushed across my shoulders, the straps of my sheer, lacy cobalt garter slip with red accents made their presence known and I rose and positioned his wonderful cock at my opening I and lowered and I swooned as that thick meat spread me and speared me and my ass filled with thick, hot, hard cock and I moaned. Marion peeled off her robe and revealed her glorious breasts and she flicked her hair and sat on Steve's face and pulled me to her and kissed me and our tongues danced. I ground against Steve, swiveled and snapped my hips and reveled at the delightful fullness back there. Steve drove into me, thrust up into me, fucked my ass with his thick cock and my hair swayed and earrings tugged I moaned into Marion's hungry mouth. I rose and lowered and Marion tortured my nipples and stroked my hard cock and I swiveled my hips and snapped them and ground against Steve, his cock thick and deep in my ass and we cried out and came and were complete. We lay on Marion's huge California king sized bed, skin glistening, limbs entangled, catching our breath. My ass throbbed delightfully and it shocked me to realize I was already thinking about the next time, what I might wear, the pressure, the fullness, Steve's cock inside of me, possessing me, and I couldn't wait. I tucked my hair behind an ear with a manicured nail and my cock twitched. And so, for the next couple of weeks it was an absolute orgy of no holes barred feminine fun. Then one night, our limbs entwined in post-coital languor, delicate fabrics rustling softly and making that oh so feminine sound, Marion said, "I think you girls are ready for the next level." ***** Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 06 You might want to read the earlier chapters for context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** We emerged from the cavernous stretch limousine, a modified Hummer. Tipsy on champagne, we stood on the parking lot surface in front of the entrance to a nondescript warehouse in a nondescript industrial complex. Three beautiful women. One with magnificent wavy black hair, her head slightly large for her slender, athletic body. A second with delicate facial features, brilliant blond shoulder length hair and an almost fragile appearing frame. And the third, a slender, toned woman with shoulder length red hair. * Red hair. Marion thought I needed some freshening up so we went back to the salon. I met with Raven, a thin, petite blond with short, spiky hair, the same woman who had earlier styled and dyed my hair. She smiled and said, "The Sandra Bullock, right?" I laughed and said, "Or the Heidi Klum." She laughed, tossed her wrist at me and said, "We could go on all day, couldn't we. Come, love." I sat in her chair and she held her hands at the ends of my hair, gently bouncing it in the palms of her hands and said, "Lovely, just lovely." She eyed my hair. "We'll freshen up the cut a tad and get that color in that you want." She washed my hair, cut it, put the coloring in and as she worked she talked. "You know, we get a lot of women bringing their men in for a cleaning up. And some even come in on their own, of course." "Metrosexuals, I guess," I said, thinking that the people who worked here had a running theme as the manicurist mentioned the same thing last time I was in the salon. "Them too, but we're sort of known as the 'go to' salon for men with special interests." "Men with special interests," I said, my heart beat faster. She worked on me and said, "Oh sure, we get tons of shemales. We also cater to crossdressers." "Ahh, good to have a niche, I suppose." "You bet. I've been friends with Marion forever, you know." "I didn't," I said, feeling a bit anxious. "Yes, I thought maybe she was helping you like she helped out Steve." "You know Steve?" "Oh yes, love, Marion's brought him 'round several times. He's a doll. In fact the last couple of times he was dressed like a living doll. You may know about that, though," she said, touching my shoulder, "But she checked with me first, of course." "Checked?" "Absolutely. You don't think she'd say things like she said to Steve in front of me without asking permission, do you, now?" "Ahh, I don't know. What kinds of things." My heart was beating faster. "Well, I don't know if you know this or not, maybe you do, but Steve is sort of into humiliation. It turns his crank, I suppose. So Marion wanted to run it by me that she might say things while I worked on him and would that be okay." "You were cool with it?" I said. "Absolutely! I'm all for consenting adults doing whatever revs their motor." Curiosity got the better of me and I asked, "So what kind of things did she say?" "I know for a fact that Marion wouldn't mind me telling you." I wondered what she meant by that as she continued, "She initially talked about the panties he was wearing under his pants. About how he really wasn't much in the bedroom. And how much he liked it when she made him bend over, pull his panties down and beg her to take him with her strapon." "She said all that to you?" I was surprised. "Quite right. In fact I got fairly horned up when Marion told me he'd put on lingerie and that he got all excited and loved hearing about this new lover she had taken on. She'd tell Stevie, she called him Stevie when he was all decked out, all about how skilled her lover was and how big his thing was and how much it turned her on to touch it and have it inside of her." "Wow." "Yeah, wow. Made the guy sound like such a stud I really wanted to give him a go." "Really." "Big time, but she wouldn't give me his number," she replied. "I noticed your wearing a wedding ring." "Consenting adults, remember? I'm a switch at heart, but mostly top for my husband. Though when he's in the mood, subbing can be terribly sweet. And we've been known to bring a third party to bed to play. Haven't been too shy about that, have we now," she said and winked at me. "Anyway, that's why I thought she was bringing you in, maybe to spice things up for you, maybe leading you down the Stevie road." I was kind of shocked at her revelation but managed to say, "Uh, no. I work at an ad agency. They encourage us to "live the brand" and "be the product" and I'm working on hair coloring campaign, so...." "Working on a nail polish campaign, too, love?" she said with a smile as she worked on my hair. I blushed and said, "Matter of fact." My nails were one quarter inch past the end my fingers, as Marion dictated for optimum feminine grace. "Well now, it's totally okay by me, but knowing Marion like I do, for all I know you have some pretty panties on yourself under those jeans." I blushed and thought of the lacy sky blue high leg panty I was wearing and my cock twitched. "See, Marion is so kind. The way I see it is that she's always trying to give people what they want. What they need, I suppose." "Uh, I can see how that might be." We were finally done and she gave me the mirror and I looked at my fabulous new red hair. Thick, rich, luxurious shoulder length, fiery red hair with highlights that, overall, leaned toward the burgundy end of the spectrum rather than the orange. It was truly glorious. "You did a great job. It looks a bit different than the other cut," I said. "Thanks. Yes, I gave it a little more shape. It will look better with, oh, evening clothing, I suppose. I think it turned out even better than I expected. You look wonderful!" I wondered just what and how much she knew as I turned to one side and then the other, examining my new look. It was great! "Uh, thanks. It really does look good. I love the color." Before we headed out to Marion waiting in the lobby, she stood in front of me, touched my arm and said, "Listen, Red, I got a feeling about you. Seriously, if you ever want to play, you got my number. Ring me." I smiled and said "I just may take you up on it," and for the first time noticed what might be a pierced nipple under her blouse and my cock stirred. And just like that I was walking through life as a redhead. I can definitely say that life as a redhead has been fun so far. My co-workers love it. People in public check me out more, I get more compliments and one woman asked did I know that redheads have a mutated gene giving them an overall higher pain threshold than blonds or brunettes. Interesting. * Standing at the fringe of the pool of light at the warehouse entrance, I watched a stream of glamorous and sexy men and women show the doorman a pass and enter the building. A couple of women walked by, did a classic double take and approached us. One was short, skinny, and had a large Adam's apple. The other was tall and a bit stocky in form. The skinny one said, "Whoa, you look like that runway model dude!" I looked at Marion and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. His friend said, "Close, but no way. How about that actress...you kinda look like the one in the zombie movies, what's her name." He had taken care to shave very well, but there was still a very slight shadow. "Pejic and Milla," I said. "Right!" they said in unison. "No, but I get that a bit." "Hard as shit to tell. Even your voice is smoky, not too deep or anything, so...." The tall one said. "Which is it?" Skinny followed up. "Well," Marion said to me, "which is it?" "I feel like it's Halloween." "No shit!" they cried in unison. "You could totally pass, dude," Skinny said. "How about you?" Tallboy asked Steven. In response Stevie lifted the front of her eggplant colored halter top wrap dress, displaying her tucked package beneath her tangerine colored lacy cheeky panty. "No shit!" they said in unison. "How about you? Skinny asked Marion. "The girls are one hundred percent OEM," she said hefting her full breasts. "You're all so beautiful," Tallboy said and gestured to himself, "Me, I'm doing the best I can with what I got." "You look perfectly lovely," I said. "And so do you," Stevie directed at skinny. "Amazing. Have fun tonight," Tallboy said and Skinny smiled and waved and we waved and off they went. "Well," Marion laughed and said to Stevie, "you sure are loosening up. Come on, let's go." "I'm really nervous, Marion," I said. "Not to worry one little bit, baby. As I told you, everyone at this little shindig is comfortable with gender bending. In fact, you pretty much have to be on a gender bender to even get in here. Ha! I made a funny!" she said and laughed and ushered us toward the door. * This morning, after another round of sweaty, girl on girl on girl sex that left my jaw sore, cock drained and ass throbbing deliciously, Marion shooed me home to clean myself up inside and out for the evening's festivities. She wouldn't tell us what, but I figured we were in for an outing and my cock twitched despite my nervousness. I stood in my shower, water cascading down my slender body. I lathered and shaved my underarms. I shaved my arms, the blade drawing cleanly across my glistening skin. Lightly haired by nature, I shaved my chest just in case some unsightly hair managed to sprout there. I lathered a leg and noticed my pretty toenails and drew the razor up my long, toned leg, all the way up to my groin and thought of Marion. My cock thickened as I thought of our womanly exploits and by the time I'd shaved my ass, and pubic area I was hard. Precum leaked from my cock and I used it as lubricant and I stroked myself. Fleeting images of lingeried threesomes flickered though my mind as I stroked my cock underneath the flowing water: Marion laying next to me, stroking my face and hair and cock while Stevie loomed over me between my wide spread thighs, his thick cock invading my rear; on my knees, my skirt flipped up, Marion's strapon giving me a good reaming while Stevie's hard cock filled my mouth with flesh and cum; Stevie fucking Marion while I fucked his shapely garter framed ass. Combination after combination, image after image and I tensed and moaned and came and caught my breath and rinsed and thought, "My god, how far I have come." As I washed and rinsed my glorious shoulder length red hair I thought back to the beginning. Marion and I met at work and sparks flew. She said she had an erotic dream about me and we jumped in the sack and lo and behold in a matter of a few short months I've gone from boxers and chinos to panties and skirts. From flip flops and running shoes to stockings and strappy high heels. From being all about the pussy to having no holes barred, full on bisexual threesomes with Marion and her boyfriend, no less. I have to admit, I never saw it coming when I first took up with Marion. Marion, a force of her own and I was under her spell. I stepped out of the shower and patted myself dry. Marion said a real woman pats dry as sliding and scraping the towel puts undue stress on skin; she said women have to think about things like that. I scrunched and patted my hair as dry as I could, ran a brush through it and looked at myself in the mirror. Glorious, thick red hair framed a very attractive androgynous face, which sat atop a slender body. The air currents flowed around me, caressing my hairless skin, making me more aware of my sensual presence in the world. I arrived at Marion's at the appointed hour and she handed me a glass of champagne. She was giddy with excitement. She had finished with Stevie's makeup and hair and she looked fantastic, her back to me as she looked out the window as a sailboat ran with the wind downriver, its colorful spinnaker in full blossom. Stevie wore tangerine colored lacy cheeky panties, a lacy sheer tangerine bra, sheer tangerine thigh highs and pointy, strappy, eggplant colored five inch high heels with a one inch platform. Her brilliant blond hair cascaded around her shoulders and I had an urge to caress it and peel down her pretty panties and my cock stirred. Stevie's eggplant colored halter top wrap dress was hanging on the wrought iron spiral staircase that Marion escorted me up to do her makeup magic. Stevie turned and smiled and we raised glasses in a silent toast. In Marion's vanity, that feminine sanctuary, I saw the now familiar tools of the womanly trade. Creams and lotions and brushes and bottles, blowers and curlers and cotton and q-tips. I stripped, was naked before her and she sat me down and made me up. Sitting beside me on a stool, she painted my fingernails and toenails a perfect match for my glorious red hair. "You know, even if you wear stockings and closed toe high heels, knowing that your nails all match makes a woman feel confident, put together. I mean, you can rest easy knowing that if a man has you on your back and rips off your hose in his efforts to ravage you, lost in lust, that your pretty painted toes can point to the ceiling with womanly pride as he pounds your pussy, baby." My cock thickened. She turned to my hair. "I love your hair this color. It's fantastic," she said as she fluffed my hair, "God you're gorgeous." She wet my hair, brushed it, "Your hair is nice and thick. You don't need all that volumizing stuff." She took a dryer to it, made me lean down, sprayed it, brushed and blew it and had me sit back up. "No, just a few of the basics and you're to die for in the hair department. Other departments too, but we'll get to those," she said and pinched my cock and I smacked her hand and we laughed. Done with my hair she made sure my eyebrows were perfect for a ladies night out. Eye shadow, light mascara, the lightest touch on my cheeks, red lipstick that matched my hair and nails. Dangly earrings and bangly bracelets. She handed me the feminine undergarments all of a color that matched my hair and nails. "See, baby, it's all in the details. You want to be coordinated from head to toe when you're flatbacking underneath a man. He probably won't even notice, but you know it and it helps bring out your femininity. Do you feel it?" I put on the bracelets and earrings. I put on the sheer lacy bra, reached back and clasped it with a practiced move. I pulled up the lacy v-string, snuggled up a wider than normal strap that Marion said would feel delightful, and tucked myself in. Then the stockings, the sheer red thigh highs. I gathered one in my hands, pointed my painted toes and the femininity washed over me as the gossamer material floated up and up and up my slender leg. I gathered the second one and bent down, my hair caressed my shoulders and my earrings swayed and tugged and my cock thickened as I adjusted the stockings so high on my smooth, creamy thighs. I was hard. "Oooh, your clit is peeking out of your pretty panty. Here, let me help you, baby." Marion moved the v-string aside, freeing my cock. She plucked a satin camisole from a tasteful clothes bin and enshrouded my cock in the glorious material and stroked me and I moaned and she talked. "Mmm, look at how you spread your legs for me. Just like a woman you spread your legs to give me access to your sex. So I could stroke your cock with this lovely material. Do you like it? Does it feel good?" I moaned. "Mmm, I thought so. Look at you. Sitting there in your pretty bra and panties and stockings. So sexy. We're going out tonight. Had you figured that out yet? I bet you did." She stroked my cock and it felt so good, that satiny material caressing and pleasuring my sensitive head and glans. I was getting close. "That's right, baby, we're going to a special place where everybody is on the same page. Maybe Raven will be there. Would you like that? I bet she'd let you lick her pierced clit if you asked nicely. Would you like that? Would you like little Raven to ride your cock? Then flog you and fuck you with her big strapon? Mmm, I bet you would, baby." I groaned and was so close. "I have a feeling you and Stevie will be a big hit tonight. Maybe even get hit on." She stroked me and I moaned and Marion leaned down and took me in her mouth and I jerked and came and she stood up and leaned down and kissed me. She pushed cum into my upraised mouth and she kissed me and I moaned and I swallowed her gift and I loved her with all my heart. Marion handed me my dress. A microfiber, midnight blue sleeveless front snap dress. I put it on and snapped most of the many closures together and it felt fabulous and slippery on my smooth, hairless skin. It had a small collar and could be closed right up to my neck. It came to mid-thigh. Marion unsnapped it down to my bra and undid the bottom snap. The next one up was right at my crotch. Scandalous! I put on the darling ochre colored, strappy, five inch pointy high heels with a one inch platform. I looked at myself in Marion's full length mirror and I was again shocked at the transformation. I looked devastating. A slender beauty with glorious red shoulder length hair, marvelously styled by the talented Marion, midnight blue front snap dress, red stockings, ochre fuck-me's. My hair matching red bra straps accenting my shoulders. Marion said, "See, baby, a woman who deliberately highlights her bra straps like you and Stevie are doing tonight, a woman who does that is sending out a signal. Can you guess what that signal is?" My cock stirred in my lacy red v-string as she stood behind me, hands on my triceps, looking over my shoulder at my reflection. "I bet you can. It's another subtle way a woman says she wants cock. That she's on the hunt for a suitable male to mate with. And your snap dress and Stevie's wrap dress? Well, let me just say," she said softly in my ear, "it's all about access, baby." I almost moaned. "Come, let's hit the road." Marion put on a black with white polka dots georgette halter dress, sheer black thigh highs, and five inch strappy black high heels. I peeked and she had on a lacy sheer black wide band thong. She was pure glamour. Stevie had put on his lovely eggplant halter wrap dress, downed the last of his champagne and we strutted out the door and down to the street and Stevie and I were delighted to discover that Marion had arranged for a stretch Hummer limousine to transport us to wherever we were going. We settled in the huge space where soft music enveloped us and more champagne awaited. * We showed the handsome doorman our passes and entered the building along with others who were up for an alternative evening. The place was huge, like a giant box store had been cleared out and replaced by multiple mirror balls throwing off sparks of light, club music ricocheting off flat surfaces, bar stations set up here and there and people milling about, drinking, talking, laughing, dancing and doing other things in the murky shadows at the edges of the floor. Marion handed me an appletini, Stevie a cosmopolitan, and she had more champagne. "I don't know, Marion. This might knock me out." "Me too," added Stevie. "Well then, back to champagne after this," she winked. I scanned the room, the music seeped in and I swayed in place with the beat. I moved and swayed in a sexy, feminine manner, legs, hips, shoulders, head. I saw a woman in a tuxedo with who I supposed was a man in drag; he was pretty. I saw people in costumes. I swayed and saw a sexy black couple nearby, she was classically beautiful and he was quite handsome. I scanned the room and saw a large man with sandy colored crew cut hair and our eyes locked and my heart raced and I was nervous and spun away, the microfiber material gloriously caressing my rear as it swayed and settled and my cock stirred. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 06 "What's up, pussycat?" Marion said. "Nothing. I, uh, I..." "Well, looks like nothing is headed this way." I screwed up my courage and turned and he was there and my heart practically leaped into my throat. He was there. In front of me. Bigger than life. I was tall in my five inch fuck-me's and still only came up to his shoulder. He wore a dark, tasteful, expensive looking guayabera shirt, dark pleated trousers and black slip on shoes without socks. He was very handsome, reminded me of a man I'd seen on some football pre-game show. "Hello," he said, "I'm Howard. I couldn't help but notice you. And I wanted to meet you. So...hello." Marion was smiling as she handed me a glass of champagne and I drank half of it in one gulp. I managed to stammer out my girl name and noticed Marion and Stevie talking to the black couple as Howard ushered me to a spot under a mirror ball to dance. My heart was racing as I easily moved to the club music, imagining myself a sensual beauty riding on sound waves, in perfect sync with the rhythm of the beat. Howard danced well, moved gracefully and athletically. The song ended. We moved to the edge of the floor and talked. He was easy to talk to and I found myself loosening up, joking around, touching his arm and tucking my hair behind an ear with a manicured nail. A slow song came on and at the edge of the lighted dance floor, partly in the shadows, he took me in his arms and we began to sway. My heart was racing as I lay my ahead against his broad chest and swayed with him. He ran his hands over my small back and pulled me close. My cock thickened and I felt him against me. His cock. In his pants. Was it my imagination how big it felt? My heart raced on as we swayed. The microfiber caressed my rear and the strap between my cheeks tugged gloriously across my entrance as I swayed in the arms of that big, big man and my cock stirred. We talked more, got to know each other, and during another slow dance he tilted my chin up, put his lips to mine and kissed me and it took my breath away. Our tongues danced, my manicured hand held the back of his head, I pressed against him and felt his big cock swell and it made me proud and happy when I pressed against him and he moaned softly into my mouth. We eventually walked over to where Marion and Stevie were talking and dancing with the black couple. "Oh there you are. I wondered where you two lovebirds had gotten off to." I blushed. "We've been here forever and it's time to head out," Marion said and I realized I'd just spent almost two hours with Howard. It had flown by. "Darryl and Tracy are coming with us. You're invited Howard, you in?" He looked at me and I nodded and he said, "I'm in, then," and smiled. We left the noisy chaos of the warehouse club and as we approached the roomy stretch Hummer limousine Marion whispered in my ear, "He's in, huh? Like in for a penny, in for a pounding?" She nudged me with an elbow and I blushed and my cock thickened. Inside the limo we sat fairly near each other on the extensive couch seating area and tossed down champagne while the driver drove, isolated from our compartment by the dark glass panel. Mood music was playing and we were all in a mood and the atmosphere was thick with sexual tension and growing thicker. It felt as if a word or gesture would spark a hedonistic explosion. I noticed we were paired off. Stevie sat closer to Darryl, Marion touching thighs with Tracy. We grew silent and without words we knew the time had come. The reason for the warehouse clubbing had arrived and Howard leaned over and kissed me and my heart raced and I moaned and felt my knees spread of their own accord. The large handsome man kissed me and the lights grew dimmer in the cavernous limo and he kissed me and I caressed his face and hair. My heart hammered as I felt his big hand on my face, felt it move lower and caress and fondle my breasts. Thick fingers teased and tweaked my nipples and his head lowered and my bracelets clinked as I opened some snaps and he mouthed and chewed my tingling nipples through my lacy sheer red bra and I moaned and my hips moved. Stevie and Darryl and Marion and Tracy were similarly engaged and I moaned softly when I felt Howard's hand on my stockinged thigh. I opened my legs in invitation and felt his hand on my skin, my upper thigh. My cock was hard in my panties and his hand was on me and I moaned into his mouth and my tongue swirled and danced and I hoped he'd hurry up and get on with it. Howard fondled me through my lacy red v-string before pulling it down and I lifted then pointed my toes as he peeled it down my slender red stockinged legs and off and I leaned back in the seat and pulled him to me and he kissed me and I thrilled with delight when I felt a thick finger at my sensitive hole. Marion had prepared me well before we left and I slid lower to give him better access and moaned as his thick finger slipped inside of me and his tongue dueled with mine. He fingered me and rubbed his thumb over my cock and balls and I ground my sensitive hole on his finger and it felt divine and he moaned how he was going to fuck me so good. I felt him through his pants. I unbuckled him, unzipped him, pushed his pants and boxers down and he kicked them off as I felt the limo looping around an access ramp. I held him in my dainty manicured fingers and he was huge, I had to squeeze to get my fingers to barely touch around him, and the head was bigger than the shaft. He was longer than me by only a bit, but the girth, my god, the girth. I leaned down and kissed his cock. I kissed the cock that was going to fuck me good and I stretched wide and took the meaty head in my mouth and was rewarded with a moan. I licked and stroked and sucked his magnificent cock and relished the fullness in my mouth, the texture, the slippery hardness of his cock and I moaned at the sweet taste of precum. I swooped down as far as I could on that heavenly cock. I licked and mouthed his huge, heavy balls and stroked his cock and my rear was wet and I was a cat in heat and I couldn't stand it anymore and swung a toned red stockinged leg over him and noticed Stevie on his knees, his sweet white lips around a big black cock, and Marion's mouth was at Tracy's breast as her hand worked magic beneath her skirt. I was poised above him. I positioned myself and thrilled at the first touch of his magnificent cock against my sensitive opening. I was scared I couldn't take him. I was exhilarated. I let gravity help and lowered myself slowly. Thick, blunt, immense pressure back there. Oh god, he was so big. I felt myself slowly spreading, wider and wider and wider and when I didn't think I could take anymore my rings released and he was in me and my moan filled the Hummer and I lowered and that huge head pressed my prostate and I swooned and leaked cum. A sheen of sweat appeared on me as I sank down on that glorious cock. I was thrilled I could take it and I ground my hips on him. I opened his shirt and pushed it back and raked his muscular chest with red nails. I swiveled my hips and ground against him and luxuriated in the huge, thick pressure invading me back there. I rose and fell and almost exploded with bliss on that fat cock. I tore my dress open, shucked it off and pulled his mouth to my bra covered breasts. I fucked him and fucked him. Rotating and snapping my hips, my red hair whipping, my earrings yanking, I rode that big man until he punched up into me and I cried out in joy. I rolled and pulled him and I was on my back below him and rasped, "Fuck me," in his ear. Howard drilled me, he used me and thrilled me and fucked me and that thick hard cock machine-gunned in and out of me over and over and my legs were wide and high and my toes were pointed up and I never wanted it to end. Howard gave me long, slow, deep, luxurious strokes. He bottomed out, hips against mine and ground against me. He put my legs on his shoulders and fucked me and I swooned at being a manhandled rag doll, getting fucked at a man's leisure and command, at being his fuck toy. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, oh god, how he fucked me and my earrings swayed and tugged and I was a woman getting fucked on her back like Marion said a woman should and I hoped she was proud of me. In and out over and over and over and I felt it again, that kernel of joy that grew bigger and bigger inside of me until it couldn't be contained and I heard Howard shout and grunt and spasm and slam into me and it released and I arched and convulsed and clenched and wave upon wave upon wave of ecstasy coursed through me and I was spent and went limp. As I came to my senses, Howard slowly slipped out of me and I tightened around him one last time before he was gone, leaving behind an empty throbbing. He moved off of me and I looked around. Everybody was coming out of a sexual haze and after a moment we all started laughing. Clothes were strewn about the interior. Hair was mussed. The place smelled of booze and sweat and sex; in other words, divine. Clothes were haphazardly put on and more champagne passed around and we all drank to the gender bender warehouse club and Marion said, "Well then, now that introductions have been made you're all invited back to my place." We all laughed, but after that my memory is hazy in light of all the alcohol I had consumed. I do remember one hell of a fuck-fest on Marion's huge California king bed, though only fragments came to me the next day: on my back looking up at Tracy's toned black body and hungry eyes, eating her sweet pussy while Howard pumped his thick cock in and out of my ass; fucking Howard's mouth while Marion fucked him doggy with her strapon; fucking Tracy while Darryl fucked me and loving the erotic black on white skin contrast; Tracy fucking Marion with a strapon while she sucked my cock. More and more combinations until all cocks and strapons had been in all holes. A night for the ages. * "He called me. He took it." I tucked my glorious red hair behind an ear with a manicured nail and my earrings swayed and tugged, such a feminine experience. "Yeah," Marion said. It was Saturday. I was at Marion's. I wore a darling ruffle-front sundress in a black and white geometric pattern. Underneath I wore a lacy red and white polka dot tanga panty. Marion wore a precious lime green rope halter bra top dress. I didn't know what she had on underneath, but was certain I'd find out at some point. "Came up kind of fast, didn't it?" She sighed, wiped away a tear. "Sort of. I mean he'd applied for it when we first met so it was always a possibility. But the opportunity seemed to have passed with company decisions about this and that. But then they got back in touch and it was back and forth for a few weeks, then it was a go on a certain date." "So he went." "Would have been stupid not to, really, given the package they were offering." "I'm really going to miss him." "Me too, I think he loved you as much he did me," she smiled. I smiled and took her hand as a go-fast boat dashed upriver and said, "So what now, Marion." She leaned over, pulled open a drawer, retrieved her strapon, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a flogger and said, "Well, baby, I guess it's your turn now." ***** And so concludes the current feminine adventures of Marion and her lovelies, though the door remains open for further femdom fun down the road. Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Round Ch. 01 "That's it, Stevie," she said. "That's the cock I've been telling you about. The one that makes me so wet, makes me come so hard. The one I love having in my mouth, too. Take his cock, baby, take it as deep as you can, but not too deep. You'll learn to take it all the way in due time. God, that looks so hot. You look so hot with a cock in your mouth, baby." Marion kissed me. She watched Stevie move on my cock. "I can only imagine what you must be going through, what you must be feeling, taking your first flesh and blood cock into your mouth, dressed like a woman in gorgeous lingerie. I remember my fist cock, I thought my heart would burst I was so nervous. All that soft hardness filling you up, getting all slick with precum." Stevie moved on me with more confidence now, stroking me, she licked my smooth, hairless balls, took them into her mouth and tongued them and I moaned and couldn't help but thrust a little. I was naked before a fully dressed woman and a feminine man dressed in lingerie was sucking my cock and I moaned and ran my hand through Stevie's brilliant blond hair. Stevie moaned and adjusted his hard cock in his panties. Stevie moved faster now and I was breathing hard and Marion played with my nipples, she took off her thong, it was building and I stiffened and came and Stevie moaned as she swallowed my cum and she stayed on me and nursed me. I was hard and Marion straddled my lap and Stevie back away and kneeled on the floor. Marion sat on me and huffed as I surged up and buried my cock deep in her hot cunt. She ground on my lap and kissed me and murmured, "So hot, so fucking hot seeing him suck your cock." She rode me and I clawed off her dress and she shucked it and ground against me and I moaned as she snapped her hips roughly. I ripped off her bra and pushed her breasts up, squeezed them, pinched her nipples. I lifted us and heard her say, "Yes," and swung her to her back on the couch and she threw her legs wide and high and I drove into her, our flesh slapping wetly. Marion looked up at me eyes blazing and rasped, "Fuck me," then to Stevie, kneeling on the floor a few feet away, "This is how, uh!" as I drove into her hard, "a man fucks a woman," then cried out as I crashed into her over and over and over until our sweat was pooling and she arched and said, "I'm there!" and I grunted and groaned and fucked and came with a shout and collapsed on her chest, our hands and mouths gently touching and kissing wet skin as we recovered our breathing. "Oh my god. Oh my god. That was so fucking hot. Watching Stevie suck your cock got me so wet and hot I couldn't help myself. Oh my god..." When my breathing slowed I rolled off of Marion and sat up. She sat up and stuck a leg out, put her manicured toes on Stevie's panties. "Ooh, it's wet. You got your panties wet Stevie." She rubbed her foot around and over Stevie's cock and he moaned. "That's quite a lot of precum there, Stevie. You must be excited. Did you enjoy watching me get fucked by a real man's cock, like a woman should get fucked? Were you jealous?" She rubbed him with her foot and he moaned. "You want to come, baby. You want me to make you come?" "Yes," he said softly with a nod of his head, his hair and earrings swayed slightly. "Put your hands behind your back and press into me." He complied and she increased the speed and pressure. "Look at me." Stevie looked at Marion and she rubbed his pantied cock with her stockinged foot and he moaned and she said, "I came so hard on his cock and you got to see it, you got to see me get fucked. Too bad you can't satisfy me the way he does. Too bad I don't cry out when you try to fuck me. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy seeing me come on his cock?" she rubbed his cock and he and spasmed and came. Marion lifted her foot to his mouth and he licked it until she was satisfied. She leaned toward him, caressed his face, held his chin is her hand and said gently, "You were spectacular. You were perfect, baby, a perfect little cocksucker for me. Did you enjoy the cock that's been fucking me?" A small nod after a moment. "But you need more practice, don't you agree?" Another slight nod. "Okay, baby, if you insist on sucking more cock I'll see what I can do, but you'll owe me, won't you. You'll have to earn it. Go clean yourself up, now. Find some clean panties to wear and make sure they match your bra and stockings. That's essential, coordination 101." Stevie rose and started to turn and Marion said, "Don't be rude, baby, what do you say." Stevie stopped and said "Thank you," and I thought a caught a glimpse of a small smile as he turned and I watched the perfect ass of a beautiful woman as she climbed the wrought iron spiral staircase to Marion's bedroom. Marion snuggled against me and said, "God, that was amazing! Did you enjoy?" "Kinky thing you two have going." "But hot fun, right." I shrugged and said, "How come he was so quiet tonight? He talked more last night." "Well, his mouth was full for one thing," she laughed, "But he was feeling a bit subbie, I think." "Hmm." She nudged me with her shoulder. "You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself there." I shrugged and she said, "I need you over here as much as possible, every evening if you can. Stevie needs mucho practice to perfect her oral skills. Think she'll ever be as good as me?" Marion smiled. "Just blowjobs. Right?" "Mmm, blowjobs," she said and caressed my cock and I felt it thicken. "Tomorrow at seven." I nodded, got up, put on my clothes, kissed her and let my hand caress her breast and left her sitting on the couch in her fashionable living room. I drove home thinking about Marion. Jesus, I'd just let a man in lingerie blow me. God that woman could reel you in. ***** Thanks for reading my story and I you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it.